Chapter 7: Our First Two-Time Loser
I didn't play Wales Tales for a couple of weeks. One of the weekends we had a three-day school holiday, so I went home. I spent the weekend with a couple of close friends of mine, guys I'd gone to high school with. We traded stories, of course. I'd had a relatively celibate semester if all of their stories were true.
I knew Mark's stories probably were. I knew for a fact that he'd blown the entire first-string football team (I had done half of them myself), and most of the second-string team. He was REALLY into big, beefy, sweaty guys. Mark had also done two of the three coaches. And that was just in the fall! Mark went to college and got his dream job-equipment manager for the football team at one of the Big Ten schools. I was SURE he'd spent more time on his knees there than a devout Catholic!
As for Daryl, my other buddy, I guessed he was getting it, but not often. I liked Daryl; I'd been his first in many ways: first to blow him, first to fuck him, first to get blown by him (he'd improved with practice, I might add). Daryl never did fuck me; he wasn't into that sort of thing back then. I doubted he would let himself do as much as he said he had. Daryl was, however, the first of us to come home from school with a boyfriend, a really nice guy, so what Daryl lacked in quantity he made up for in quality. They stayed together, by the way, for three years.
Anyway, that was the first weekend. The second weekend I spent at Brad's; I think I told you about him. Brad was three or four years older than me. Actually, I'd been friends in high school with his brother, study mates, not fuck buddies. That was until I'd discovered that Brad had the same interest in cocks that I did.
Time with Brad was always exciting and different and unexpected. Brad's dad had connections, so both Friday and Saturday nights we went to cool concerts.
In between we sucked, fucked, and smoked dope. Brad was crazy, and he'd gotten into piercing in a big way. He had a PA, and of course both tits were pierced. He'd gotten a scrotum ladder since the last time I'd seen him. Five golden rings pierced the skin of his sac on the underside, in a neat line running up towards his perineum. I went with him on Saturday when he got a guiche. I was almost tempted to get one myself, but decided against it at the last minute. I guess I wasn't QUITE stoned enough.
After that weekend I was glad to get back to school; it took me until Tuesday 'til I felt like I was back to my normal, straight-well, un-stoned-self. And when Jeff, of all people, invited me to play Tales the next Friday, I was ready. In fact, I didn't beat off Wednesday or Thursday to make sure I was full of juice for the game.
Friday night came, and I found myself, up in Jeff and Vance's room, slightly buzzed from a couple of beers. Well, maybe the joint I'd had earlier in the evening had something to do with it. My crotch was also freshly showered and shaved; if someone was going to blow me I didn't want any hair getting in the way. I'm like that. Thoughtful.
Jeff and Vance were there, of course. Let me describe these roommates to you, in case you're joining our story late. Jeff was tall and lanky, and looked a little goofy, but was really smart. He had a friendly face on top of a muscular body. He had large tits and a moderately hairy chest, with a defined treasure trail pointing towards his enormous cock. I'd seen Jeff naked the last time we'd played Tales; his cock grew from seven inches soft to maybe 10 inches hard. It jutted out from a matching huge thatch of pubic hair. Jeff's sport was water polo, and he looked great in bathing trunks. Jeff was a junior; he'd been in my pledge class.
Vance, Jeff's roommate, was a freshman. He was small, only 5'6" (Vance insisted he was 5'6-1/2") but had a great body. Vance was a gymnast, so his arms were enormous. His legs were gorgeous, too, the work of many hours spent practicing floor exercises. Vance was blond, fair-skinned, and just about hairless. Vance's most prominent feature (after his chest, I thought, which I'd gladly lick for an hour or two) was his enormous balls. I'd never had the chance to suck on those lovely eggs-yet. More's the pity; I found out later that HE had a crush on me, and Tales had given him the perfect excuse to see ME naked and to give me a blow job.
Ford was there, too. Ford was the epitome of a jock. He looked like one. He dressed like one (always in a jock strap and athletic shoes of some kind (I think he even wore a jock to bed, but that could just have been a rumor). He could have bedded just about any girl on campus (and often did). Ford was around 6' tall, with hair hanging just over his collar, and a neat goatee. A vee-shaped chest with just a patch of hair between his tits announced his natural athleticism. Ford was cut, maybe 6" hard, with nice balls (even nicer when they were hairless, which they often were when I was around). Ford wasn't gay, he just liked getting his cock sucked, even if it meant getting his ass fucked in return.
I'd seen Ford in the shower earlier, so I knew he would be playing Tales with us. Ford had me shave his balls and trim his pubes in preparation for Midnight Madness later that night (more about this in its proper time). Of course I had to taste Ford's balls when I was done shaving them; how else do you find out whether you've missed any spots? I hadn't, but kept sucking on them while Ford washed his hair. I only stopped when I heard someone coming into the bathroom. I barely made it to my feet and my own shower before the curtain opened and Dave came in to take his shower. Dave was VERY straight, a sophomore and already affianced, now happily married and with four or five kids. And no, I never did him.
And me? I'm around 5'11", with a lithe body, brown hair, green eyes, cute dimples and can't grow a moustache to save my life. My cock is 4" and 7" soft and hard, respectively, with a nice heft. And I'd had a neat doctor when I'd been cut, the scar was perfectly straight and lined up in the right place. My most notable feature is my balls, which are both large and low hanging. I love having them played with, both hard and soft (get the pun?)-sucked gently, squeezed pretty hard, weighted, worshipped. I'm yet to try electricity or pumping; both are on my wish list (I know if I hang around Brad and some of HIS friends and I'll surely get my chance.)
So, that's our cast of characters: Jeff and Vance, roommates but never fuck buddies; Ford, the jock and stud; and me, big-balled and well read (and a good writer, so I've been told).
Vance lit up a joint of the dope he'd bought from me that afternoon. We were passing it around when there was a knock on the door. It was Randy, late as usual. Jeff locked the door behind him; we were five players that evening. An okay bunch; I'd only made it with three of them, and none of them would I kick out of bed.
I supposed I should describe Randy, since you've met the rest of us. Randy looked Aryan-blond, blue-eyed, muscular, 5'10", 170 pounds plus or minus. Randy had an unremarkable cock and balls, but a very remarkable ass. His cheeks were rounded as two cantaloupes, hiding what looked like a tight, virginal asshole (well, since he was smooth down there, one COULD see it. At least it LOOKED tight and virginal).
Jeff had thoughtfully brought up not one but two pitchers of beer (there were five of us, after all) and some plastic cups, so we spent some time drinking and psyching ourselves up for the 'Tales game. Another joint helped us to get ready-after all, we had to get Randy stoned too. What more could one ask of a weekend? Good beer, good dope, and an evening of good sex ahead.
Our game followed the usual progression. Vance and I had decided independently that we were after Randy that evening. If he lost to Vance, he'd be down in front of him sucking him off. If he lost to ME, he be on his back getting his brains fucked out (that seemed to be the rule; the first time you lost to someone you gave him a blow job, the second time he got to fuck you. So far, no one I'd been playing with had ever won-or lost-twice from the same guy. That would change if Randy lost tonight; he'd already blown both Ford and me.) After fifteen rounds or so, with time out for another joint, Randy was losing big time. He had quickly lost both shoes and socks, and his shirt had soon followed. Actually, Jeff was losing as badly, he'd just lost his own shirt. Ford was minus his shoes and socks. Vance still had one sock on, and I had both of mine on, having only lost my shoes.
I decided I needed to piss, what with all the beer I'd drunk earlier in the evening and in Jeff's room. I declared, "Princing out. I have to piss." One "princes in" to join the game, and "princes out" to leave it, even temporarily.
They all looked at me. Then Randy, the bastard, said, "Hey, if you're princing out, you have to take something off." It was customary that when you princed out, you finished your glass of beer. Since we weren't playing for beers, a piece of clothing seemed to be the appropriate prize for leaving.
I took off one of my socks. Then I took off the other (so I wouldn't be wandering around the frat house wearing only one sock) and said, "I'm taking this off for the next time I lose." I then got up from my seat and started to leave the room.
Vance then stood up, and shucked his remaining sock. "I have to go, too," he explained. Ford took off his shirt-god, what a physique-and made to join us on our journey to the pissery.
Jeff looked at Randy; they both had only three things on, belt, pants, and underwear. I knew JEFF had to piss badly, I'd seen the way he'd been guzzling down the beer. Jeff said, "I'll go if you go." Randy said, "Okay," so they both took off their belts. Now they were both even with only their pants and underwear on. But at least they could both go piss. So off the five of us went, in varying states of undress, to relieve ourselves of one liquid which comes from the penis, so we could get back to the business of relieving ourselves, or should I say, having SOMEONE ELSE relieve us, of the OTHER liquid which comes from the penis.
We got back to Jeff and Vance's room, and Vance lit up another joint. Ford and I passed; we couldn't be too stoned for the Midnight Madness show. Vance, Randy, and Jeff smoked, though, while Ford and I just sat there, mellowing out from the nice evening, dope, beer, and hot sex to come. Finally the joint was gone, so we could get back to the serious business at hand, namely getting our rocks off.
Since Randy had princed out last, we decided he would start off. It was not a good decision-for him-since he called out, "Seeing three and the prince, and...." It was Ford who first pointed his elbow at Randy (remember, it's not polite to point), and said, "Drink for only seeing three of us."
Randy said, "Shit. Fuck." Then looked at us as the four of us looked back at him. Randy stood up and took off his pants. I surreptitiously glanced at Vance, he was actually licking his lips as Randy slid his jeans down, exposing skimpy underwear (Was he wearing that for us? Or because he thought it made him look hot to chicks? Or because he knew it showed off his great ass-he knew it looked great? Actually, who cares? He WAS wearing it, and it DID look great!) Randy made sure to show off his ass by folding up his jeans and bending down to set them on his shoes. Yum!
Vance lost the next one and took off his shirt, exposing his hairless but gymnastics-toned chest. It was a chest I was yet to lick, yet to play with, but that was high on my list of "things to do." Ford took off his belt when he lost, so now HE was down to just jeans and underwear. I could see he couldn't wait for the game to be over; his basket had grown perceptibly when Randy had taken off his jeans.
I lost the next one, so I said, "I took off an extra sock when I princed out." Ford looked at me and said, "And for THAT we humbly thank you. But you just lost NOW, so you owe us something." I started to protest, so Jeff piped up, "How do the judges rule?" Of course the four of them stuck out their hands, made fists, and turned their thumbs to point down. Not unexpected, judges ALWAYS rule against you. So I took off my shirt. I noticed Vance eyeing me with almost puppy-dog adoration. Hmmm. He wants me, I want him. Sooner or later I'm going to have to do something about that. Sooner, I hope.
Jeff lost the next one, so he was down to his underwear. Of course he wore boxers; they don't MAKE briefs large enough-or strong enough-to hold in his massive tool. Jeff went after Randy, of course, who was the only other guy down to his underwear. Vance and I both tried to help; we'd rather that Randy lost. Of course, Randy's condition-he REALLY shouldn't have smoked that last joint-didn't help. Jeff started the cadence and a minute later Randy called out of turn.
This time Randy REALLY started cursing. Ford looked at him and said, "Shut up, before we wash your mouth out with soap. I don't want to stick my dick into such a dirty mouth." Then he said, "Oops, I'm not. Tonight I'm sticking it into the OTHER end." Everyone, well, everyone but Randy, cracked up at that.
The rest of the game was sort of anticlimactic, except for the pleasure of watching three other hot guys in various states of undress, then watching them undress completely. Like I've said before, many people think a mostly-naked body is sexier than a totally naked body-why do you think they sell so much lingerie?
Ford lost one; off came his jeans. You could see he had a boner; the tip of his cock stuck out from the top of his jock strap. He made no move to cover it up; he knew Jeff, Vance, and I would enjoy looking at it, and Randy was too stoned and pissed off to notice. Then Vance and I lost, each taking off our belts. Then Jeff lost, now TWO guys were naked. Jeff's cock was at half mast, so it was maybe only eight inches of dangling meat. THAT would sure fill Randy's mouth and shut him up.
Vance lost, and was down to HIS underwear. Actually it was more of a gee-string. He pranced around the room, changing the tape, cleaning up the beer glasses, putting his pants away, until Jeff, of all people, told him to "Sit down and play. We're tired of looking at your cute butt." Vance sat back down so we could get back to playing Tales and getting naked.
Ford was soon naked. Sure enough, his cock was rock hard and pointed up towards his belly. His balls looked yummy, smooth and hairless. I was almost regretting that I hadn't lost. Oh, well, I'd had my chance with them.
I think Vance threw the next one, losing deliberately so he could get naked. So that left me with my jeans and underwear on, which I soon shucked. I noticed even Jeff's eyes were riveted on my crotch as I slowly pulled down my skimpy underwear, revealing my shaved cock and balls. Actually, my entire groin was shaved. I like the feeling of a smooth crotch, my own or somebody else's. And I liked making them smooth, my own or somebody else's. My cock was pointed upward, like three others. Only Randy's cock was soft, knowing its master was soon going to be used.