Chapter 12: Jeff Pays Off
I headed up to my room and changed out of my good clothes. I threw on a pair of trunks and a tee shirt. I didn't bother with shoes since I wasn't going out. I was just hunting for sex, and thought I knew where I could find some.
I headed towards Vance and Jeff's room, but all was quiet. I then went to Ford's room, and sure enough, I heard the sounds of a party. I knocked on the door. "Who's there?" someone asked. "Ian," I replied. "Let me in, I'm horny!" I begged.
The door opened a crack and Ford's face appeared from around the door. A whiff of marijuana smoke drifted out. "What happened to your dream date?" Ford asked. I'd told him that I was hoping I wouldn't be spending the night at the house.
"It wasn't to be," I replied. "At least not tonight. Now let me in. I have a royal case of blue balls." I pushed against the door. Ford yielded a little, and I slipped in. Ford closed the door behind me.
"You're a little late," Ford said, as I looked around. Chad was lying in one corner, naked, with a shit-eating grin on his face. A dribble of drying cum was on the side of his cock. Well, HE hadn't lost the game. He bent forward and offered me a pipe and matches. "Here," he said. "Catch up." I started smoking; it was good weed. I should know; I'd sold it to Jeff a couple of days ago.
Ford, too, looked sated, now that I looked at him. His cock was still half-hard, but had that post-orgasm look to it. A drop of cum was still leaking from the head of his cock. I stuck my finger out, rubbed it against the tip, then stuck it in my mouth. That only made me hornier; I could feel my cock start to harden.
I looked around the room, further. Vance naked and was on his knees near the end of Ford's bed, camera in hand, snapping away. On the bed was the piece de resistance-Jeff was on his back, legs up in the air on Randy's shoulders, Randy plugging Jeff's ass. Randy had his arms around Jeff's thighs for balance. And with each thrust he grunted "Fuck," and "This is great," and "God this feels good." Oh, those straight boys.
As for Jeff, he seemed to be enjoying the fucking. His ten-inch cock was bobbing up and down his belly and leaking like crazy with each thrust from Randy. His eyes were closed, but he had a deliriously-happy smile on his face. Vance moved in, and got a great shot (as I saw later) from underneath, of Randy's cock going into Jeff's asshole, Randy's balls swinging back and forth. Vance got up and somehow got yet another hot shot showing Jeff's hard pole, HIS floppy balls, and Randy's pole halfway into Jeff's gaping hole.
I looked at Ford. I knew the rules; you didn't get fucked at Wales Tales until you lost the second time to the same person. And I knew this was Jeff's first loss. Ford told me, "After Jeff blew Chad and Vance and me, he decided his throat was sore. He asked Randy if he would MIND fucking him instead of getting a blow job, and Randy almost leapt on his ass. I guess Randy thinks it's okay for a straight boy to fuck a gay boy, since fucking's something straight boys do." Ford shook his head, "I don't know. He gave a pretty good blow job. With practice he'd do better. With a little help with his wardrobe, and a little schooling in opera or musicals, he could pass as a 'straight-acting fag.' What do you think?"
I smiled. "I'm certainly willing to help out. He can practice on me any time. And I have a collar and leash which would look good on him. And a whip, to help out with the training" Ford looked at me-this was a side of me he didn't know. Hell, I was only finding out for myself that I liked being in control as a "master." "Now, how am I going to get off?" I mused.
Ford said, "I don't know, since the game's already done. And it looks like Randy's almost done, also." We looked over at the fucking pair. Randy had given a shout, thrusting his cock as deep as it could go, holding his crotch tight against Jeff's ass. Then he pumped and pumped again, grunting and shouting all the while. God he was loud; I wonder if he was this loud when he fucked a woman. Come to think about it, I didn't really want to know.
Jeff turned his head and looked at me. "Hi," he said. "You missed your chance. You could have been next. If you'd won. Of course, if you'd lost, I'd be fucking you now." Actually, he'd be getting a blow job, since I'd never lost to him.
"Tell you what," I boldly said. "I have three things on. You put three things on. Then we play until one of us loses. The other one gets to fuck the loser, or get sucked off by him, winner's choice."
Jeff was sitting up, now that Randy had finally removed his cock from Jeff's ass. "Two can't play Tales," he reminded me. I think he was looking for a way out; he knew I was a better Tales player than he was.
"Okay," I replied. "Two others here play also. They'll be neutral. If they win they don't get anything, and if they lose they don't have to suck us. You choose which two." That would at least give Jeff the semblance of a chance.
Jeff looked around, then he bowed first at Ford, then at Randy. "Would you two do us the honor of joining us in a game of Tales?" Of course they agreed.
Jeff bent down and picked up his shirt, pants, and underwear and set them on the bed. "These are on me," he said, not bothering to actually get dressed. "I'll declare. Jeff moved closer to me, Ford on one side, Randy on the other.
Jeff began, "I see three and the Prince and--" He got a quick cadence going with Ford, then did a head fake to get me. I returned the call, passed off to Randy, got it back, and did a head fake at Jeff but called on Ford. Both of them chirped "Nay." Since I'd called on Ford, Jeff had lost. He picked up his shirt and dropped it on the floor.
Randy or Ford lost the next five rounds. I think Ford was pretty stoned, and Randy was tired from fucking Jeff. Lucky for them they had nothing to lose. Jeff lost the next round through his own fumbling. He picked up his pants and dropped them on top of his shirt. Now he was down to his underwear while I still had everything on. Jeff began again, and Randy was soon out again.
Three turns later and Jeff got a cadence going with Randy. He switched to Ford and got another fast cadence going. Then he called on ME and got a fast cadence going. I moved in closer for the kill. "Two," I called. "Nay, Jeff replied. "Who?" I asked. "Two," Jeff replied. "Nay," I denied it. "Who?" Jeff asked. "Three," I called. "Nay" said Jeff, and a half-second later Ford also said "Nay."
Jeff looked at me. "Shit!" He said as he picked up his underwear and threw it onto the floor.
"I haven't lost ANYTHING!" I said smugly. "We have to play until I'm naked."
It was the wrong thing to say. Ford had slid around mostly behind me. Before I could react, he'd grabbed me by my upper arms and held me tightly. "Get him!" He called out.
I started kicking out. I couldn't use the full force of my martial arts training since I didn't want to hurt anyone. But I writhed and wiggled and put up a good show as Jeff and Randy moved in. They each grabbed a leg and lifted my feet forward and out from under me. Jeff reached for my gym trunks. He had them halfway down my legs; I stopped struggling since I didn't want them to get ripped as he pulled them off me.
Ford kind of hefted me up as Vance got into the act by pulling up on my shirt. Somehow he and Ford managed to release one of my arms to get the shirt over it while still keeping my other arm pinned. Vance came around my other side and soon that arm was off. It was a simple matter for Vance to pull the shirt over my head as Ford kept his tight grip on me. I noticed that Vance was rock hard, his little cock pointing out as he stripped me. I felt Ford's hardening cock against my back; he was getting into it too. Then I realized I was rock hard. I guess I liked being held prisoner and forcibly stripped.
Vance and Jeff reached for my underwear just as I twisted in a futile attempt to escape. Rip! Vance fell backwards as my briefs were torn in two. As I looked to make sure Vance was okay, Jeff took the opportunity to slide the remaining material down my leg and off. So there I was, buck naked, held off the floor from behind by one naked jock, legs pulled apart by two other naked studs. My COCK knew it was in for a good time; it was leaking like crazy.
Jeff decided it was time to pay off, and looked around for something to do with the leg he was holding. Chad had gotten up, to watch the excitement. Jeff told him to come and take my leg, which he did. I'm not sure whether Chad was holding up my leg, or my leg was bracing him and keeping him from falling over. With nothing else to do with my hands, I put them around Vance's and Chad's shoulders, and helped to hold my weight up.
Jeff knelt between my legs. With one hand he guided my cock into his mouth and started sucking. Jeff's other hand found my balls. He started massaging them, the stretching them to the bottom of my sac. Jeff discovered that when he squeezed them, or stretched them extra far, my cock hardened yet more, the head oozed more pre-cum, and I gave a sigh of pleasure. Not wanting to disappoint me, he played more and more with his new-found toy, my balls. The line between pain and pleasure must be mighty thin; my balls felt wonderful that night; the next morning they were kind of sore. But I'd discovered yet another facet of my sexuality.
Randy by that time had realized that he, a straight boy, was not in a very good spot. He looked around, as if looking for a way to escape. Vance moved in and took Randy's place holding up my leg. HE knew a good thing when he saw it. Randy backed away, then looked around for his clothes and started pulling them on. Randy didn't want to be part of an orgy, at least not one made up of just men. Pity. He'd been quite good in the middle, with one cock up his ass and the other down his throat. The last I saw of him, not that I was paying much attention, things being what they were, Randy was heading for the door as fast as he could.
Vance stood there holding up my leg. Then he realized that Jeff's shoulder would make a good resting place; it would leave him with at least one hand free. That hand somehow found its way to the tit closest to him. He started playing with it. Once it hardened, and he could get a grip, he started tweaking it, then running just his thumbnail over the tip. That started me bucking, so Vance backed off, but not for long.
Chad decided that what Vance was doing to me looked like fun. Soon the leg in Chad's hands was resting on Jeff's shoulder, with one of Chad's hand's helping to support it. Chad's other hand found it's way to my free tit. Once it was hard, Chad bent forward and got his mouth on it. That left a hand once again free; it was soon squeezing and massaging my shoulder, then rubbing up and down my back.
Then Ford, behind me decided HE had to get into the act. He moved his arms around, and suddenly he was holding me up with only one hand under my arms, close to my shoulders. That left HIM with one hand free. He kind of hoisted me up a little, a stretched his free hand down a little, and suddenly I felt a hand tickling along my ass crack. I relaxed there, as best I could, and tried to make my ass inviting. Evidently I succeeded; I soon felt Ford's middle finger up my ass as far as it could go. The rest of his fingers and palm helped to support me.
Jeff, in the meantime, was sliding my cock in and out of his mouth. He found he could do it without hands, so the at left HIM with one hand free. The other hand was still working on my balls, stretching and kneading and squeezing them. Jeff decided to go for the gold, so to speak, and slid his free hand under my balls towards my hole.
There he encountered Ford's finger. Jeff decided if there was room for ONE finger, there was certainly room for two. Jeff had the decency to pull his hand back and stick a finger in his mouth. Once it was liberally covered with his saliva and my pre-cum, he moved his hand back towards its goal. Ford felt what was going on, and wiggled and pulled his finger upward to make room for Jeff's. Luckily my asshole was VERY relaxed or I would have been in real pain. As it was, I just squeezed my ass muscles around the two-fingered invasion.
No one had been saying much. I was certainly too busy to do much besides grunt and squeal with pleasure (well, wouldn't YOU, if you were held up by four studs, one of whom was sucking you off and working your nuts, another with his finger up your ass, and two more working on your tits like all-get-out? Then Ford broke the silence.
"Hey, Chad and Vance," he said. "Jeff and I have a finger up Ian's hole. You wanna see if there's room for one of your?" Well, of course THEY thought that was a GREAT idea. Vance shifted himself so he could still work on my tit with one hand and sort of support me on Jeff's shoulder. He kind of bent sideways and reached for my ass. Once Ford and Jeff felt his probing finger, they pulled their fingers apart, stretching my poor hole. That left room for Vance to wiggle HIS finger up my ass. Now there were THREE fingers in there (I realize that to some of you three fingers is no big deal, but the fingers belonged to three different guys, and each was pulling in a different direction.
Chad already had a hand free, the hand which had been massaging my shoulder and back. He had no trouble sliding it down my back towards my ass. The three fingers there made a nice triangle, and a convenient spot for HIM to insert his finger. Now FOUR fingers were up my ass, both tits were being worked on hard, my cock was being sucked by a pro and my balls were being stretched and worked for all they were worth.
So naturally I came. And came. And started bucking with pleasure and at the intensity; my whole body felt like it was tingling and being worked on. I thrust my hips forward, driving my cock even further down Jeff's throat. He held onto my balls, squeezing out every last drop of cum. As for my poor tits? One of them had TEETH marks on it the next morning; Vance's I think.
And yet they still worked on me. I was sated but they kept working on me. My cock head now felt like the nerves were on fire; it was no longer pleasure but agony I was feeling. My balls were stretched and drained and sore. My tits felt like they'd never be normal again. And my asshole felt like it'd been stretched big enough to hold a Jeff Stryker dildo. Well, maybe not THAT big-I didn't want to give my fraternity brothers any ideas.
Finally they decided they were through with me. Jeff's mouth came off of my cock. Chad and Vance let go of my tits and pulled their fingers from my hole. Ouch! Easy there! Then Jeff pulled his finger out, but kept his hand on my ass, helping to hold me up as Ford pulled his finger out. I felt my asshole slamming shut with relief. Vance and Chad sort of worked my feet off of Jeff's shoulders and onto the floor. Ford lifted me up and soon I was standing, trying to recover.
And yet Jeff still had hold of my nuts. He looked up at me, knowingly. He whispered something at me, but I couldn't quite hear it. I made out the words "balls" and "mine" and something about "working on them." I think I felt him squeeze my balls extra hard as he said the word "mine," but to tell you the truth, my balls were just too sore to be thinking or feeling clearly.
Jeff got up and the spell was broken. We started laughing hysterically, all the more so when Chad turned to Vance and said, "No WONDER you like this fraternity!" We actually had to hold Vance up to keep him from falling he was laughing so hard.
I had to sit down after my ordeal. I guess Jeff was tired too, he'd been kneeling and holding me up for quite a while. I found a pipe and bag of dope next to me, and absent-mindedly filled the pipe and lit it. I took a long hit, then passed the pipe to Jeff. He took his turn, then passed the pipe to one of the other guys who were standing around waiting to see it anything else was going to happen.
Then Jeff looked over at the clock and said, "Oh, shit! I have practice tomorrow at nine o'clock! I'm outta here." With that he got up and hurriedly started pulling on his pants, not bothering with his underwear. Vance looked questioningly at Chad, who nodded. Now THEY were starting to get dressed. Ford, whose room it was, started wandering around and cleaning up, throwing out some empty beer cans, putting glasses on one table to take down to the kitchen tomorrow, emptying an ashtray of ashes and putting the roaches back into the dope bag.
I got the hint and stood up and started pulling on my trunks-my underwear was history. I pulled my shirt on over my head and considered myself "dressed." Jeff and I actually made it to the door at the same time.
"Thanks," I said to him. "You can lose at Tales to me ANY time you want!"
Jeff's hand was hidden by the door so that no one else could see what he was doing. He reached across his body and grabbed me roughly by the balls through my trunks. He gave them a quick, hard squeeze as he said, in a low voice which only I could hear, "I think I'M going to have fun with these the next time we get together."
He did.