TKE House

Chapter 1: Strip Wales Tales

It was a Friday night, maybe 11:00 or so. I was down at the bar having a few beers with some fraternity brothers. Brothers wandered in and out, some back from early dates, having not scored, others heading out to other parties.

I was chatting with a couple of friends, solving the world's problems as it were, when I suddenly realized, "I just got in some really great dope. Want to go try it?" The three of them also said, "Sure!" Among my known talents was my ability to score great dope. I didn't deal much, just enough to keep me in weed and pay for the occasional tape, shirt, gas for my car, hmmm, maybe I WAS dealing more than I thought.

Anyway, the four of us filled up our glasses with beer and headed up to my room. Somehow I had managed to snag a single, even though I was only a junior. I locked the door as the other guys made themselves comfortable. I put a tape on--I also had a pretty wicked stereo system, again courtesy of my marketing skills.

I got out the dope and a pipe. Dennis and Randy had sprawled on the bed. Ford had grabbed the easy chair, so I grabbed the desk chair and pulled it close. I filled the pipe, lit it, took a hit and passed it on. I then sat back, letting a sense of relaxation fill my body as the dope started taking effect--I said it was good dope. It was GREAT dope.

I leaned forward to take the pipe from Ford. I took another hit, then sat back again, pondering the scene before me: four hot fraternity brothers, somewhat drunk, somewhat wasted. I suppose before I go any further I should actually describe them.

Randy could have been an Aryan poster boy. He was blond and blue-eyed, of course. Randy was maybe 5'10, 170, well built but not great. We were all jocks of some kind or another--we WERE a jock house. Randy played soccer, I think. He must have also done a zillion sit-ups in his life; he had the most fuckable ass I'd ever seen. Like many blondes, Randy was not very hairy, just a small patch between his tits, and a small bush surrounding an unremarkable cut cock and small balls.

Dennis, sprawled next to Randy, was much larger, too large for my tastes. Dennis played football, running back or something, so he had massive legs. His coach must have made him lift weights also; his chest was equally massive. Dennis was Italian, and his skin was accordingly dark. He wore his straight black hair on the long side, and he had a killer moustache. Dennis's chest, arms, and legs were moderately hairy, and two massive balls rested underneath a good-sized uncut cock.

Ford was a jock among jocks. He played soccer or track in the fall and baseball in the spring. I forget what he did during the winter, besides fuck girls (actually he did that in the spring and fall also); whatever it was kept him in great shape. Ford had longish brown hair and a neat goatee. He had a patch of hair between his tits, running down his vee-shaped chest and disappearing into the jock strap which he always wore (actually, he claimed he had more jocks than he had athletic shoes, and I KNEW he had 17 pair of those!) Ford had piercing green eyes and very kissable lips (or so I'd been told by more than one of his girlfriends; I'd never had the pleasure myself). Ford was cut and hung about average, nothing to write home about, there. But just his sheer jock-ness would have made sex with him a glorious treat!

And me? I'm around 5'11". I play tennis for my scholarship, but my sports of choice are Aikido and Tai Kwan Do. I have a lithe body, brown hair, though little of it on my body, green eyes, cute dimples (so I've been told), and having been trying to grow a moustache for all of my 20 years, to no avail. My other notable body feature is my balls, which are both large and low hanging. I can easily get a fist between the base of my cock and the top of my balls. My cock is nothing special, cut, 4" soft, close to 7" hard, not too thick, not too thin, just the perfect size.

Anyway, we were sitting there, listening to the music, mellowing out, taking an occasional hit from the pipe, when Randy said, "I have to take a piss. I'll be right back."

Dennis woke up from his stupor and said, "Me too. I'll be right back." With that the two of them got up, unlocked the door and went out, closing the door behind themselves. Ford and I just sat there, wasted.

After a few minutes Randy and Dennis came back in. Ford and I looked at each other and I said, "I guess it's our turn. Ford added, "You know what they say, `You never buy beer, you only rent it.'" We all broke up hysterically; when you're stoned EVERYTHING is funny, even if you've heard it a million times. Ford and I went down the hall to the bathroom, pissed, and went back to my room. I closed the door and locked it again. In the meantime the tape had run out and Randy had changed it to some soft jazz.

I knocked the dottle from the pipe into the garbage can and asked, "Does anyone want more dope?" Of course they all said, "Yes." No one turns down free dope, no matter how wasted you are. So I filled it up again, and took the first hit--it was MY dope--then passed on the pipe to Randy.

The four of us were zonking out again, Ford sprawled in the easy chair, Dennis and Randy laying on their backs on my bed, heads propped up with pillows, me happily buzzed and sitting in my desk chair. Suddenly, Ford sat up and picked up his beer glass, which still had a couple of sips left in it. He set the glass to his lips, took a sip, and proclaimed, "Princing in." A game of Wales' Tales was starting.

[ed. note: Wales' Tales is a drinking game. Like all drinking games, the goal is not to have to take a drink and to make someone else have to take one. Unlike Thumper and Bullshit, in which each person has a fixed signal of some kind, in Wales' Tales your signal, a number, is continually changing. Your number is based on the CURRENT speaker, so if the player to your right is speaker, your number is "one." If the person to HIS right is the current speaker, your number is "two."

You have to drink if someone calls your number and you don't respond in a timely manner. Or if you speak when someone else's number is called. Or if someone announces "Team drink." Or if you accidentally point at someone (Pointing is impolite. Tales' players point with their elbows.) Or if you ask a question, you have to drink for "Not knowing." Or if anyone decides you have to drink. After all, it IS a drinking game. For a complete explanation of the rules you can cruise to http://www.slashpalace.org/~drink/drinking/ and search for Whales Tales. Note the variant spelling; I prefer Wales' to Whales' as the game is named after the Prince of Wales. Now back to the story.]

I picked up my own glass, took a sip, and said, "Princing in." I'm ALWAYS up for a game of `Tales.

Dennis and Randy each picked up their own glasses and princed in. I noticed that Randy's glass was now empty, and Dennis's had but a sip left. Ford had maybe a third of a glass, while I still had most of a glass, since I had not drunk much since we'd come up from the bar.

Ford started the cadence, since he had princed in first, "I see three [Dennis, Randy, and me, clockwise in that order] and the prince, and three!"

That was my number, so I responded. After a bit of cadence I looked at Dennis and called, "Three," which was Randy's number. He did not respond so, after a short wait, I pointed my elbow at him and said, "Drink!"

Randy looked up and said, "Oh shit!." Then he reached for his glass and saw it was empty. "I'm out of beer!"

Ford said, "Give us a shoe!" We all laughed. Then Randy bent, took off his left shoe and let it drop onto the floor. We laughed even harder.

Randy was about to start the next cadence when Dennis picked up his glass, looked at Randy, and took a slug, thereby emptying it "Team drink!" he announced.

Ford and I each took a gulp. Ford's glass was now empty. Randy bent down and picked up his shoe, saying, "I'll put in a shoe." We all laughed again, boy were we stoned.

I looked at Randy and said, "You can't give us THAT shoe. You already gave us that shoe instead of drinking. Why, that would be like trying to take the same drink of beer twice!" We all laughed, then Randy took off his other shoe and let it drop.

Then I looked at Dennis and said, "That was a mean thing to do. Drink for being mean." Like I said, you can make someone drink for any good reason. Dennis looked at me, then kicked off one of his sneakers. I then turned to Randy and said, politely, "I believe it's your turn."

While Randy started the cadence, I took note of who had what on. Randy had lost both shoes, but still had socks, pants, belt (I knew he'd take off the belt separately. But then we all would, so it would not gain Randy anything). Randy also had an earring and chain around his neck, and was chicken-shitted enough to count those as things to take off. Dennis had lost one shoe, but was otherwise fully dressed. Ford was fully dressed, and had no jewelry except for his fraternity ring. But we all wore those, and probably wouldn't take them off. I was fully dressed, except I didn't have socks on (I almost never wear socks). So, six pieces of clothing including my belt. But I also had half a glass of beer left, say three sips. So that meant we were starting out as Randy and Ford, eight things each to take off; Dennis, seven things, and me, nine things to lose, including the beer.

That was not exactly the way I wanted things to start. I wanted Randy to lose, and lose big. I had plans...

Rather than boring you with all of the details of the game, I'll just give the highlights. After the first five rounds, Randy had lost both socks, and the rest of us had "lost" one thing, in my case, a gulp of beer. After the next four rounds, we'd each lost again. Sure enough, Randy took off his earring when he lost. I decided to make my move, since it was my turn to call, and I could see the way the game was going--Randy and Ford were pretty out of it, and Dennis was stoned but mostly sober. Perfect!

"What are we playing for?" I asked. "And I'll drink for not knowing," I added, taking my last sip of beer.

"What do you mean?" Ford asked.

"Well," I said, "Usually we play to be the last one drunk. We're already stoned. And we've all seen each other naked, so that's no big deal. What's the winner win, or loser lose?"

We all sat there, thinking. I knew what I wanted, but I wasn't going to say it.

"How about the loser has to streak to the fountain and back?" Dennis suggested.

"Nah," Randy replied. "It's storming out." We all stopped to listen, then realized Randy was right. We could hear the rain pounding against the window. "How about streaking to the bar and back?" We all looked at him.

Suddenly Ford grabbed his crotch. "How about the loser has to blow the winners? I'm horny and I could use a blow job." Ford was always horny.

Dennis immediately said, "Count me in. A BJ sounds good to me." Not surprising Dennis agreed, I'd suspected for a while that he was gay. I'd never bothered to find out, like I said, he wasn't my type.

Randy sat there, looking around and considering. He and Dennis was both tied, and Ford and I were only ahead by one piece of clothing. And I knew Randy thought he was one of the best `Tales players in the house. He was, but Ford and I were MUCH better, and Dennis, himself, was no slouch at the game. "I'm game," he said. "One of you's gonna be on your knees in front of me in a few minutes."

They all looked at me. I didn't want to appear too eager, so I picked up the pipe, lit it, and took a hit. Randy eagerly reached for the pipe. When I'd let out my breath I finally replied. "Okay, I'm in. The loser has to give blow jobs to the three winners." I put my hand into the space between the four of us. The other guys followed suit, and we sort of shook hands in the middle.

My plan was falling into place. The guys had agreed to the prize I had wanted all along. Now all I had to do was to make sure it was Randy who lost. I'd decided I wanted him on HIS knees sucking on MY cock. I could do his next time--if Randy lost I KNEW he'd want a rematch, a chance for someone else to suck HIS cock.

So I began the cadence. Randy lost that one, Ford the next one, then Dennis. I could almost hear Randy giving a sigh of relief as Dennis lost; they were once again even with four things on. But then Randy lost the next one! Would he take off his shirt, exposing skin, or play chicken and take his belt off?

Randy leaned forward and took off his belt. Well, that set the pattern; now we could each take off our belts and count them as "clothing." Nevertheless, Randy was still down by one, only three article of clothing away from being naked.

I lost the next round, pretty much deliberately. By the way things were going I would have had almost everything on if I didn't lose deliberately--I've always found that my left brain clicks in when I'm stoned. `Tales was child's play in my condition. Randy and Dennis, in particular, were sorely affected by the dope.

The next five rounds saw each of us losing once, then Ford losing a second time. At last we saw some skin as Randy took off his shirt. Damn, he looked hot! I started thinking of myself chewing on those tits which stuck out like tiny pyramids--was he cold or was he horny? I felt myself getting hard, so I tried to think of other things, like my upcoming Latin exam; I didn't want to be hard and appear too eager to get sucked off.

Dennis lost the next round, and took off his shirt. No big deal; dark, hairy football players just don't turn me on (sorry, any of you dark, hairy football players who are reading this).

Then Ford lost his shirt. Now THAT turned me on, his chest was all so perfect, with just a tiny bit of hair and a treasure trail leading downward. Oh that I could follow that trail with my tongue!

I lost one, which gave me yet another chance to attack Randy. Sure enough, a quick head fake and he was suckered into not responding. He cursed, then stood up and slowly undid his jeans. We all watched as he slid them down his legs. Randy dropped his jeans, then stood there for a moment in his tight, yellow bikini underwear. He KNEW he had a good butt. He twirled once, showing it off (yum!) then sat down.

I figured I could afford to lose yet another piece of clothing, so we'd all be tied at two, except for Randy, down to one. So I played carelessly, and cursed myself when I sure enough lost. The stage was now set.

I looked around, then started the full cadence, "Wales Tales, Prince of Wales, Prince and a court of one [pointing an elbow at Ford], two [pointing at Dennis], three [pointing at Randy, who was trying all too hard not to lose], and, ONE!" I called, directing my body, my face, my chin at Randy.

"Nay!" called Randy, the proper response had I called on him. But I hadn't. I'd called on Ford!

Three elbows pointed at Randy, and three voices called out in unison, "Drink!"

Chapter 2: The Winners are Rewarded

It dawned on Randy that I hadn't called on him, and he had lost. "Shit! Fuck!" he said. Then he said, almost whining, "This was all a joke, right, guys? We weren't really playing for blow jobs were we?"

"I was," said Ford.

"Me, too," said Dennis.

"And me," I said.

Randy sat there cursing, and not making a move to take off his underwear.

"Well?" asked Ford.

Randy STILL sat there.

I decided I had to say something, or we'd be there all day. "Look, Randy," I began. "As I see it, you have two choices. You can strip, then get down on your knees and suck us all off when we're naked. Or you can sit there and wait `til we're all naked. Then Ford and Dennis are going to hold you while I tie your hands behind your back and your legs together. When it's my turn, you're going to suck me off. Ford likes fucking, so he'll probably ram his cock up your ass. Dennis, well, he'll do you in one end or the other. By that time I'LL be hard again, so I'll probably fuck you. Ford'll probably then be ready to face-fuck you. Then it'll be Dennis's turn to do you again. Who knows? I just heard Steve come in. He probably wouldn't mind getting a turn on you [Steve and Randy didn't like each other very much.] Then, well, maybe then we'd let you go. So, which is it going to be?"

Randy looked at me and said, "Fuck you." Then he turned to the others and said, "Fuck you all!" Not very brotherly of him, but not unexpected under the circumstances, since he was straight. I wouldn't be cursing if I had the opportunity to suck three of my brothers' cocks! Randy stood up and pulled down his underwear.

As he started to sit down, Ford said, "Hey, turn around. I want to see the ass I could have fucked if you'd chosen door two." We all laughed at his reference to "Let's Make a Deal." Randy sat down without turning around. Ford said, "Well, if you lose next time also I'm going to fuck you. I'll have already gotten a blow job from you." Randy just glared at him.

Ford continued, "Hey, let's get going and see who Randy is going to blow first." Then he turned to Randy and said, "You'd better not lose another one or I WILL fuck you. Now START!"

Randy started the next round. Dennis lost, and took off his jeans. Dennis sat there in boxers, which could hardly conceal his cock. I was wrong, it wasn't "good-sized"; it was a donkey dick.

Then Ford lost. Sure enough, Ford was wearing a jock strap. Boy would I like to be sucking on it.

.Dennis lost the next one, and took off his underwear, exposing a slowly hardening 11" cock. "It can't wait," Dennis apologized."

Dennis started the next cadence. Ford lost, and quickly stripped off his jock. He held it up and said, "We can use this to gag Randy if he starts making too much noise." Then he said, "Oops. I guess his mouth will already be full!" We all laughed hysterically. All but Randy.

It was time, so I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans. I slid them slowly down my legs. I stood there for a moment in my own bikini briefs, bright red. Then I turned to Randy as I pulled them off. "Here's dinner," I called out as my cock was slowly exposed. Once again, everyone but Randy laughed. I guess he just didn't have a sense of humor.

I asked Ford to move from the more-comfortable chair he was sitting in. Randy got up from the bed, leaving a spot there for Ford. I sat down and leaned back as Randy walked over to me like he was on his way to the gallows.

Slowly Randy got down between my spread knees. "I've never done this before," he whispered up at me.

"Well, do to me what you think would feel good being done to you," I suggested. I was rock hard by then, making a nice and easy target for him. "Take hold of my cock, open your mouth, and guide it in."

Randy took a tentative hold on my cock, opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and leaned forward. I put a hand on either side of his head and pulled him onto my waiting phallus. Then I slapped the side of his head. "Watch the teeth!" I exclaimed. I did not let go of his head, so Randy had no choice but to keep his mouth wrapped around my cock.

I guided Randy's head back and forth, my cock going into and out of his mouth. "Suck more." I commanded, and Randy did. At least in his stoned state he took orders well!

I held Randy's head so just the tip of my cock was in his mouth. "Run your tongue around the tip," I ordered. Randy did, and it felt great. "Now suck on my balls," I said. Randy looked at me. At least his eyes were now open. "Go on, suck on them, and be gentle!" Randy took one of my balls in his mouth. "Ouch!" I roared, and smacked him again on the side of the head. "Be gentle!" Randy started running his tongue over my ball. "Now the other one," I said. I have big balls, and he couldn't get them both into his mouth at the same time. So he kept switching from one to the other. Now THAT felt good!.

"Now hold the base--which he was--and lick it like you're licking a lollipop." Randy scrunched up his nose with distaste, but proceeded to lick my cock from the base to the tip. After a couple of minutes I was still enjoying it, but I guess the other guys were getting restless, `cause Ford said, "Hey, enough with the lollipop. Just suck it so he gets his rocks off. My balls are turning blue from the waiting!"

Randy took my cock back into his mouth; this time I didn't have to tell him what to do. He sucked on it as he pulled it in and out of his mouth. I felt myself getting close. I tried like hell to prolong it, but couldn't help it. I gave a yell, and grabbed the back of Randy's head, thrusting my spurting cock deep into his throat as I felt Randy's nose deep into my pubic hairs (I hadn't yet started shaving down there). Again and again I spurted, and Randy made a game attempt to swallow it all. A bit of my cum started dribbling down his chin from around my cock.

At last I was sated, and I leaned back, pulling my cock from Randy's mouth. Randy lay there, gasping; he'd scarcely taken a breath during the time I'd been spurting. I sat there catching my own breath, until Ford impatiently said, "Hey, it's my turn. Move it."

I got up from my chair and laid down on the bed which Ford had just vacated. As we passed I noticed Ford's cock was already shiny with pre-cum. "Boy does that look good," I said to myself. "Next time I'm going to have to lose at this game!"

Ford sat down in the lounge chair and spread his legs, his cock pointing upward, waiting. "Come to mama," he said as he coaxed Randy forward. "Don't you mean, "Come to papa?" Dennis asked, and we all cracked up. Even Randy cracked a smile, albeit a small one.

I lay there, next to Dennis, watching Ford's technique. As soon as Randy's lips surrounded Ford's cock, Ford sort of sat up, grabbed Randy by the back of the head, and impaled himself into Randy's mouth. Then he pulled himself up, so that he was sort of in a crouch, knees bent, his cock still deeply imbedded down Randy's throat. Then he started face-fucking Randy.

Ford was making gasping noises, a sharp exhale each time he thrust forward, then inhaling as he pulled his cock almost out of Randy's poor, sore mouth, before thrusting--and gasping--again. Then I realized what it was. Ford, the consummate jock, was breathing like he'd breath while exercising, out on the muscle contractions, in as he let his muscles relax. Only it didn't look like he was giving his man-muscle much chance to relax!

I felt myself getting hard as I watched, not Ford's cock going in and out of Randy's mouth, but his marvelous, washboard stomach. Ford's abdominals tightened and relaxed in a mesmerizing pattern; my tongue yearned to be licking that paragon of musculature.

Suddenly I felt a hand holding on to the head of my cock, one finger circling the tip and coating itself with either the leftover cum from my previous orgasm or pre-cum from what would soon be my NEXT orgasm if someone didn't stop. I glanced over at Dennis, who merely grinned at me and kept rubbing the tip of my cock.

"Don't you wish you'd lost the `Tales and it was YOU on the floor?" Dennis asked.

"No," I replied. "I like it slow and easy, not hard and quick like that."

Ford absentmindedly put his finger, now coated with my cum or pre-cum, up to his lips. "Good stuff," he commented. "Let me know if you ever want to take it slow and easy into MY mouth." About then we heard a loud grunt, and both look up to see Ford holding Randy's head stationary as he came. We could almost see Randy desperately swallowing, trying to keep up, trying to catch a breath between Ford's gushes of sperm.

At last Ford, gave a final gasp, then thrust Randy's head away. We saw a softening organ, still shiny with cum, as Ford and Randy both gulped in air, Ford upright, and Randy almost a heap on the floor.

Dennis looked at me, then got up. "My turn," he said. Then he turned his head over his shoulder, and said to me in an undertone, "My offer stands. Even tonight, when they've gone." I'd keep it in mind, but not for long. Dennis just wasn't my type. Now, if RANDY or FORD made me such an offer...

Ford got out of the way, then came over and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. Dennis sat down in front of Randy. He was only slightly hard. "Start licking it," he commanded, "And it will grow before your very eyes. Just like in `Jack and the Beanstalk.'"

Dennis wasn't kidding. Randy leaned forward and took hold of Dennis's cock at the base, and started licking. Boy did it grow! I could almost see Randy's eyes popping out of his head as Dennis's cock filled with blood. Soon a ten- inch club, close to two inches in diameter was being held in Randy's hand, no make that TWO hands.

Randy looked at the donkey-dick he was holding, as if not sure what to do with it. Ford made a couple of lewd suggestions, before Dennis offered, "Take your choice. I can stick it up the other end, if you want." I guess the thought of that massive organ up his ass didn't please Randy; he kind of gulped, then started nibbling at the tip of Dennis's cock. I could hardly blame him; that thing would have been difficult for ME to deep throat, and I'VE had lots of practice.

Dennis started getting impatient with Randy's feeble sucking. He tried to get hold of Randy's head, to pull it onto his cock, but Randy managed to escape his grasps. Finally Dennis stood up. "Get up, please," he told Ford and me. We got up from the bed as he told Randy, "Get on the bed, on your back."

Randy slowly got up, like he was facing his doom. Then he got onto the bed and lay down on his back. Dennis grabbed him under the arms and pulled him until his head and neck were over the edge of the bed. "Open up," he commanded. "It'll go down easier this way." I noted to myself that no one questioned Dennis about HOW he knew that that position was a good way for sucking an over-sized cock.

Randy opened up his mouth and took a deep breath. Dennis positioned his cock in front of Randy's mouth and with one hand guided it in. After Randy had swallowed the first three or four inches, he started looking like he was trying to swallow a sword. Well, it wasn't QUITE that long. Dennis gave a sudden thrust, and suddenly his pubes were flush with Randy's chin. Touch down!

Dennis withdrew his cock slowly, then held it with just the tip within Randy's mouth. Randy took a couple of breaths through his nose, then Dennis pushed his cock back down Randy's throat. Ford and I just stood there, watching. I think Ford was amazed that anyone could swallow something that big. I've done it (not DENNIS's cock, thank you, but cocks equally large), not that I like it. Give me a nice six- or seven-inch cock any day, no size queen am I).

Dennis leaned forward, looking for some place to rest his hands. I'm sure if he were alone he'd be resting his hands on either side of Randy's thighs, with his mouth attacking Randy's cock. But he couldn't do that with Ford and me there, so he held himself a bit more upright, thrusting his cock into Randy's mouth, then pulling out, letting Randy take a breath, then thrusting in again.

After a few minutes Dennis started picking up the pace. I could tell he was getting close. Or at least closer, since it seemed like he kept up the faster pace for quite some time before he get a roar, shoved his cock extra far down Randy's throat, and held it there. Ford and I could see his abdomen spasming a half a dozed times.

Dennis pulled out abruptly, and held his quickly softening cock over Randy's face. Meanwhile, Randy lay there gasping, trying to relax after the invasion of that donkey dick. He turned onto his side, breathing deeply. Ford said, "Hey, you missed some. Clean it off."

Randy called up, "Fuck you. Clean it yourself," hardly a brotherly thing to say. Dennis looked around, then bent over and picked up Randy's underwear. He carefully wiped off the leftover cream and Randy's saliva from his cock. He even pulled on it a couple of times, milking the last drops so as not to leave a mess on HIS underwear. Randy could hardly say anything; he HAD told Dennis to clean himself up.

Ford said to Randy, "As long as you're lying down, would it be okay if we fucked you?" Very interesting. Not the thing your average straight boy would ask.

Randy glared at him, then sat up. He could hardly say, "Fuck you" after suck a request. Instead he looked around for his underwear, which were still in Dennis's hand. Dennis handed them to him. He realized they were cum-spotted, and dropped them. He then got up and started pulling up his pants without underwear.

Dennis waited until his hands were occupied doing his belt, then picked up the underwear. He shoved it in one of Randy's pants pockets and said, "You wouldn't want to leave a mess for our host to have to clean up, would you?" Now cleanliness is one of the things which is ingrained into us brothers from day one, so Randy couldn't well do anything but ignore Dennis.

Seeing as Randy was getting dressed, Ford picked up his own underwear and started getting dressed. Dennis and I followed; I still had to brush my teeth, and didn't want to be seen coming from my room in just a towel.

Finally the last shoelace was tied, and we could say our goodnights. What surprised me was that no one said, "Hey guys, we really shouldn't talk about this, or the other brothers will think we're queer." In fact, just the opposite happened. Randy said, "We're gonna play tomorrow night so someone can suck MY cock." To which FORD replied, "If YOU lose again, I'm going to fuck you. I've already gotten a BJ from you, and it's nothing to write home about!"

We all laughed at that. I think we were all imagining the letter home, "I got an `A' on my calculus exam. And I got a blow job from Randy." Not something I'd write to MY mother! She knows I'm gay, but I don't tell her EVERYTHING.

I unlocked and opened the door, and let out my fellow sex-mates. I closed it after them, then leaned against it. I thought about the next night, when someone else would be sucking my cock. And imagining the day when I'd let myself lose so I could have MY chance at some college jock cocks.