Chapter 3: Randy Gets his Revenge
The next night, Saturday, Randy grabbed me right after dinner. "My room, 11:00," he declared. "And you better have padding on your knees." I guess Randy wanted revenge for the drubbing he'd gotten the previous night at Wales Tales. His punishment for losing had been to give each of us winners a blow job.
I knew Randy would have good dope for his "party"; I'd sold him an ounce this afternoon. In typical Randy fashion, the cheapskate had demanded that we smoke a joint "to test that it's as good as you say." I demurred, offering that he'd already tried it the night before. Indeed, the four of us had smoked the equivalent of around six joints over the course of our game. "Take it or leave it," I'd replied. Randy took it, bitching all the while.
I wondered who would be at Randy's room. I knew Dennis was out of town at some jock thing. Just as well, he wasn't MY type. I'd much rather be blown--or have to blow--one of the cute freshman who'd recently been initiated. Even Ford would be fun. Oh well, in four hours I'd know the score.
I got stoned with a bunch of the brothers (in those days, we got stoned a lot. Some of us--myself not included--had a joint before breakfast, maybe one at lunch, and, well, you get the picture. I, myself, just got stoned on weekends, sort of my way of relaxing at the end of a hard school week.) We then went to one of the on-campus movies. They served free popcorn, great for the muchies. I got back to the house around 10:30, had a couple of beers at the bar, and headed upstairs to Randy's room. I brought a glass of beer with me.
Randy's roommate was at the same outing as Dennis, so I knew we wouldn't be interrupted. Just about the time I reached Randy's door, Ford did too. Good; whether Ford ended up blowing me or I ended up blowing this hunk of manhood, I wouldn't be the Wales Tales loser. Ford, too, had a glass of beer in his hand.
Just in case you missed yesterday's installment, let me describe him. Ford had longish brown hair (that's one of the first things I notice about a guy) and a neat goatee surrounding luscious lips. He wasn't very hairy; he had a small patch of hair between his tits, running down his washboard stomach and disappearing into the jock strap which he always wore. Two piercing green eyes and a regal-looking nose completed the picture. For was cut and had about a six-inch cock, as I'd seen the night before. His technique for getting a blow job seem to be about the same as he'd use for fucking, namely quick, thrusting jabs. I'D tame him though; I'd take my time licking his chest and balls, not letting him just rut and get off.
Ford gave me a knowing glance as he knocked on Randy's door. Randy opened it and invited us in. Randy's room looked like he did; rather austere and neat. Like I said yesterday, Randy could have been an Aryan poster boy, and he wore clothes to match. He always looked like he was in a uniform; he told me once it was from the training he got at the private high school he'd gone to. Randy was blond and blue-eyed, maybe 5'10, 170, well built but not great. But his ass was super tight, perfect for fucking. Randy was indubitably straight; the blow job I'd gotten from him yesterday proved it. Maybe with practice--LOTS of practice--he could learn. I'd certainly be willing to teach him!
The fourth `Tales player [see Chapter 1 for an explanation of the rules of Wales Tales, or Whales Tales as it is sometimes spelt] WAS a newly-initiated freshman named Vance. Vance looked like he was twelve when he was wearing clothes. He was blond, fair-skinned, maybe 5'6" tall, and 110 pounds soaking wet, as they say. I doubt he'd ever shaved a day in his life. With his clothes off, however, Vance looked, well, gorgeous! He was very muscular ("Good genes," he said.) His sport was gymnastics, specifically floor exercises and long vault. His cock was proportionately small, but his balls were BIG! No sooner had one of the brothers seen Vance nude than he [Vance] was nicknamed "BB." At first he was pissed about it, then he realized it was a compliment, a sign of envy.
Great! If I lost I'd get to give blow jobs to some of the hottest guys in the house. And if I won, well, I'd be getting a blow job from one of them. I could feel my cock stirring and we hadn't even started playing!
As soon as Ford and I were in the room, Randy closed and locked the door. "Welcome to an evening of fun!" Randy said, jovially. Obviously HE didn't plan to lose tonight. Ford and I grinned, and Vance gave a tentative smile. He'd played `Tales with us, using MY technique for not getting drunk (my technique is to play the game well; the other technique is to be able to hold your liquor). He was a pretty good player; I wonder how well he'd play while stoned.
Randy had some jazz music playing, good mood music. I noticed the lights were dim, also, sort of setting the mood. At least it was the mood I'D choose while seducing one of these jocks.
Randy and his roommate had one of the larger rooms, so they had room for a couch in addition to desks and bunk beds. Vance and I took seats on the couch. Ford sat on the lower bunk. Randy pulled up a desk chair and straddled it backwards.
Randy opened a drawer and pulled out a silver cigarette box. He opened it and showed it to us. It was full of machine-rolled joints. Evidently he'd been busy since he'd gotten the dope from me. Randy stuck the joint into his mouth, then picked up an enormous antique silver cigarette lighter from his desk. "This was my grandfather's," Randy told us. "He was a rum-runner, among other things. He'd probably chuckle at the thought I was using it to light joints. Now my Dad, he'd be scandalized." We laughed appreciatively, wishing Randy would shut up and light the joint. But it was HIS party, so we waited politely.
The dope was good, as we'd found out yesterday. The joint was quickly passed from Randy to Ford to Vance to me, and back to Randy. In between we held our breaths, took an occasional sip of beer--we ALL had beers, and mellowed out. When we finished the first joint I excused myself to take a piss. The other three soon followed. I guess that was going to be the pattern--get stoned, piss, strip, get or give a blow job. Sounded good to me!
Somehow we all knew the score. Randy put out the roach from the second joint, picked up his glass, drained the bit of remaining beer, and said, "Princing in." Ford, Vance, and I picked up our own glasses, made a mock toast and said, in unison, "Princing in." Then I looked around to see the starting score.
Vance, Ford, and I were normally dressed, shirt, pants, shoes and socks. Vance had an earring, also. So, nine items of clothing for Vance, eight for Ford and me, stood between each of us and nudity, if we counted our belts.
Then I glanced at Randy. And scowled. Not only was he wearing an earring, but I could see he had on his gold neck chain AND a gold ID bracelet. Talk about trying to stack the desk! "The jewelry comes off," I said.
"What on earth do you mean?" Randy asked, trying to sound innocent.
"The jewelry doesn't count, so you may as well take it off," I reiterated.
Randy just looked at me, so I said, "How do the judges rule?" Vance, Ford, and I all stuck out our thumbs and pointed them downward. Randy glared at me, then got up and went over to his dresser and proceeded to take off his earring, then his bracelet. I glanced over at Vance, watching him take off his own earring and stick it in his pocket. Good kid!
"The necklace comes off, too," I said to Randy.
As Randy started to take it off, Ford piped up, "And you owe us your shoes, too, for trying to cheat." Randy took off his shoes and left them by the dresser, then came back and sat down. Now the score was eight for Vance, Ford, and me, and only six for Randy (that'll teach HIM to cheat!). But I knew Randy wouldn't lose; I'd already been done by HIM. Tonight I was going after Ford. If Vance lost on his own, well, that would be fine, too.
Ford decided to start off. He must have been more stoned than he thought; his first cadence began, "I see `four' and the prince." Three of us chirped, "Drink!" and "There's only three of us!" Ford looked around, counted, then bent down and took off a shoe. He then began again.
The next five rounds saw us each lose once, except for Ford who lost twice. Now Ford and Randy were each down to five things; Vance and I still have seven things on.
The five rounds after that was again evenly spread, with each of us losing one piece of clothing and this time Vance losing twice. The next round could show us some skin, if Ford or Randy took off his shirt instead of his belt.
Randy decided we weren't stoned enough. Or maybe he decided that FORD wasn't stoned enough. He lit up another joint and started passing it around. Remembering our good manners, for TKEs all have good manners, we couldn't refuse our host's offer. We all took mighty hits when our turns came. Boy, that WAS good dope. I could feel it down to my toes; a warm, relaxing high spread throughout my body. I could tell the other guys were affected like I was; Vance looked like he was ready to fall asleep. I'd be happy to help him back to his room. Or my room.
Vance started the next round, and I lost, deliberately. I wanted to put pressure on Ford. Sure enough, Ford lost the next round. Jock that he was, he took off his shirt. I nearly licked my lips, like I always almost do when I see his perfect chest, flat abs, and washboard stomach.
Vance lost the next one, and took off his last sock. Then Randy lost one. He, of course, took off his belt, leaving the himself as covered as possible. Then the guys must have realized how much I had on, and went after me. I was easily able to deflect their attack, choosing Ford for my first victim, and Vance for the next. Ford took off his belt, of course. Vance had a choice, and made the right one. He took off his shirt. God was he beautiful! Gymnastics will do that to you. And no hair on his chest to ruin the picture [sorry guys, I just don't like hair.]
I finally lost one, bringing me down to four pieces of clothing. I then decided to let Ford and Randy fight it out, which they did. Ford lost the first one, which brought him down to his jock. He attacked Randy, who soon lost his belt. Vance and I lost the next two rounds. Vance took off his belt; I took off my shirt. Hell, I have a pretty good body, I like showing it off.
At that point I didn't care who lost. Like I said, either one of these hunky jocks would be blowing me or I'd be blowing not one, not tow, but THREE gorgeous men. Maybe winning strip `Tales was actually losing! Anyway, I got Randy out, just to make it interesting. Now he and Ford EACH were down to one thing. And if Randy lost, I knew Ford and I would hold to our threat to fuck him; he'd already blown us the night before.
But it was not to be. Randy gave a head fake at Vance but called on Ford. Randy waited a reasonable amount of time before calling, "Who?" This was directed at Ford, who realized he had just lost. Without a word he stood up and took off his jock. I noticed his cock was a bit hard. In anticipation of getting blown? Or of getting to blow?
I also noticed that Vance's pants started bulging as Ford stripped. Maybe our little boy was interested in men? Vance asked, "Now, what?"
Randy replied, "We keep playing until we're all naked. Then Ford blows us all, winner first." He then looked at Ford, "It's your turn, sucker." We all laughed at his pun.
The rest was pretty anticlimactic. Randy lost the next one, and was naked. Then Vance lost one. He had boxers on, with little tigers. How cute! I lost the next one, again deliberately. Sooner or later someone would realize that I would always win at `Tales; dope just doesn't affect my game-playing skills. Then they'd attack me, maybe holding me down and forcing me to blow or be fucked. Hey, maybe I SHOULD let them find out!
So I lost the next one, also, stripping down to my bikini underwear. The next round went on for a while, before Ford lost. Then Randy lost one. Then I decided I wanted to watch Vance get sucked off before I myself was. So I managed to chirp out of turn on a plausible head fake. I stood up and took off my underwear, then turned to Vance. "We're waiting," I said.
And WAS it worth the wait!. Vance stood up and stripped. Sure enough, his cock was rock hard. It was only 4-1/2" long, but looked yummy, none-the-less. His balls were almost as large as his cock. Talk about YUMMY! I decided I HAD lost by not getting a chance at those crown jewels!
Vance sat back down on the couch where he'd been sitting. I decided to stay seated next to him and enjoy the show. And what a show it was!
Vance leaned back against the couch back, and spread his legs. A cute cock jutted proudly from between his spread legs. It was all I could do to stop myself from leaning forward and sucking it down myself! Either that or feasting on one or both of the delectable tits protruding like little points from that gymnast's chest. That boy was HOT.
Ford came over and knelt between Vance's legs. I noticed immediately that Ford started sucking Vance like he'd sucked on a cock or two. I also noticed the way Vance was sitting and reacting that he'd had his cock sucked on a time or two. Maybe it was the way he was pinching and kneading his tits and panting which gave him away.
I looked down as I felt a drop on my leg. My own cock was rock hard and pre- cum was dripping from the tip. Then I glanced over at Randy. Even our token straight boy (for I'd already decided that both Vance and Ford, if not "family" were at least kissing cousins, so to speak) was hard and getting into it. Randy was watching every move, every thrust of Ford's head. He was also absentmindedly playing with his own cock. Then he noticed me watching him, and stopped, looking guilty. But he didn't stop watching Vance getting blown.
Then Ford started playing with Vance's huge balls, running his fingers over and around them--didn't Ford know he was suppose to let his TOUNGUE do that? You couldn't pry MY tongue off those balls!
I guess Vance was horny; it seemed like no time at all that he gave a sudden gasp, then started thrusting his hips forward, fucking Ford's mouth. He started giving woofing noises with each thrust, "Hunh, hunh, hunh." Maybe six or seven times he thrust, and Ford drank down every drop. He kept sucking and playing with Vance's balls, even as Vance lay back, panting and coming down from his orgasmic high.
Ford finally sat back, releasing Vance's cock from his mouth. Then he realized he was still playing with Vance's balls, and let them go. Then he turned to me, and I could swear he WINKED at me as he said, "I guess you're next." With that he slid over in front of me and leaned forward.
I WAS right. Ford HAD sucked on a cock before. There was no getting round the way his mouth relaxed as he fitted it around my rock hard cock. Or the way he pulled my cock almost out of his mouth, leaving just the top inch or so, then running his tongue around the glans, across and over the head, playing with my piss slit, before sucking it back in without choking. Or the way he played with my balls, tugging on them when he saw the way I breathed hard and squirmed when he squeezed them gently, running his thumb between them, then increasing the pressure by closing his fist on them. God do I like my balls played with!
I took a quick glance over at Randy and saw his eyes were closed, like he was napping or in a dopey stupor. I then looked over and saw that Vance was watching ME get off. He tried to look nonchalant about it, but as there was nothing else going on in the room, he couldn't pull it off. So I cocked my head slightly at him and winked. Then I looked down at his cock, which was hard again, and ran my tongue over my lips, the tip hardly protruding, just enough to give Vance the idea that I was interested. Vance blushed, but smiled slightly. Well, that answered the question of whether HE was interested in me.
After what seemed like hours (I swear dope slows time down), I could feel the come churning in my balls. Ford could feel it too; his mouth action changed and he began sucking in earnest. I took hold of the back of his head and forced my cock down his throat. I gave a yell and came. And came. And came like there was no tomorrow (I was hoping there would be; I still had to do Vance!)
Ford gamely tried to suck down every drop, but my volume is great and some cock started running out of the sides of his mouth next to my cock and down his chin. He pulled back when he could, then stopped sucking momentarily. He pulled my cock from his mouth, then wiped his chin with one hand. Ford then licked it off, like he was licking off spilled syrup. Well, he was, MAN SYRUP.
Ford slid my foreskin back and forth a few times, milking the last drops of come, and licking off every drop. My cock is sometimes sensitive just after coming, and I could feel Ford's ministrations becoming almost painful. I pressed my palm against his forehead and pushed his head back from my cock. Ford sat there, looking up at me like a puppy dog, almost adoringly. "One thing I'll say," which I did, "You're a better cocksucker than Randy is. I think he needs more practice." Then I leered at Randy.
"Fuck you," he said. "Tonight it's MY turn." Then to Ford, "I hope you're thirsty because I'm FULL of juice tonight." He was also full of something else, mind you, but he didn't know it.
Ford scooted across the floor to where Randy was sitting on the edge of the bed. No sooner had Ford gotten settled on Randy's cock than Randy was on his feet, knees bent, hand's on Ford's shoulders to support his weight, just as Ford had done to him the night before. Only Ford, from what I could tell, was doing a much better job of accommodating Randy and even keeping up with him, pushing his neck and head forward even as Randy thrust his cock down Ford's throat.
Randy may have been "full of juice" but he had no staying power. Scarcely two minutes had passed before Randy called out, "I'm coming!" Like, who cared? Randy also grabbed Ford by the back of the head to force his cock down Ford's throat. But since it wasn't very large, Ford had no problem swallowing it. And the load it contained.
Ford, neat guy that he was, pulled his head back from Randy's spent cock, then leaned forward and carefully licked off what come was still leaking from the tip. Randy sat down, like he was totally drained. Ford sat there on the floor like he was looking for the next cock to suck. He glanced over at Vance's and my cocks, both hard again, then shook his head.
Ford then said, like it was a normal conversation among straight fraternity jocks, "Okay, I've sucked your cocks. Now who's going to suck mine?" I noticed it was starting to harden as the three of us--well, two of us, I think Randy was just about asleep--looked over at it.
"Not me," said Vance just a little bit too quickly, I thought. "Don't worry, little boy," I thought, "You're secret's safe with me. Me and my cock. And your cock too."
"Fuck you," Randy mumbled. "You lost tonight. I hope you lose next time too. I can't wait to fuck YOU!" Another question answered, like what happened to a second-time loser.
Ford looked at me, hopefully. I looked up from where I'd been sort of dozing myself. "What?" I said. "Certainly not HERE!" That could be taken many ways. I hoped Ford took it the way I meant it...
Ford stood up, looking a little disappointed. He bent down and started putting on his jock. He eye just caught mine as he saw me watching as his hard cock disappeared behind the skimpy material. I got up then and started getting dressed myself. Vance followed. Randy just lay back in his bead, naked and snoring slightly.
Vance was dressed first, unlocked the door, turned to us and said, "See you later." That was, I chose to believe, directed mostly at me. "And, um, thanks!" he said, looking in Ford's direction. He closed the door behind him.
I tied my last shoe and went over to the door. I turned to Ford, who was just about done. Ford called over, "Good night." I called back at him, "See you LATER." Maybe too much emphasis on "later," but I was stoned. And still horny. And I knew Ford was stoned. And maybe HE was still horny.