Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2010 22:59:04 +0000
From: Matt Buck <matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Fantasy 29

My Fantasy - Chapter 15.1 - Cards and Custard
By mattbuck
matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com

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The following story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real
events is entirely coincidental. Furthermore, it is a story of graphic
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Codes: 6M, Oral (MM), Anal-Oral (MM), Spanking, WAM (custard), Feet.


     The six of us rushed in the door of my house, fresh home from school,
laughing together. It was Friday night, we had a whole half term stretching
before us, all of it spent together at my house. Everyone who was invited
(so far) was from my year: myself, Danny, Tom, John, Paul and Jonny. We
intended to invite some of our other friends around during the week, but
for now, it was just us. During the first half of the Autumn term, I'd come
up with a great messy, sexy game. When I asked what they wanted to do, the
immediate answer was play the game. It was to be played in our school
suits, but since we all had money to get them dry cleaned, it didn't really
matter. We moved the dining table into the basement, where the carpet was
much thinner and easier to clean than the thick pile throughout the rest of
the house. We made up some bucketfuls of custard (from the powdered
variety): three chocolate (brown) flavour, three original (yellow)
flavour. We took these downstairs and put them at the edge of the room. We
then all sat around the table after taking off ties and getting drinks.
Clockwise from me (light blue short-sleeved shirt) were Tom (light blue
short-sleeved), Jonny (light blue short-sleeved), Paul (white
long-sleeved), John (dark blue long-sleeved) and finally Danny (grey long
sleeved).

     "OK," I said, "rules of the game:

     "First, we all draw a card. Person who gets nearest the ace of
diamonds (aces high) goes out of the room first, and places that card
somewhere on or in their clothes, no folding the cards please. Order of
suits goes diamonds, spades, hearts, clubs. After that, second nearest goes
out, etc. When we're all ready, the person who gets highest card is allowed
to feel through one item of another person's clothing for the card. Socks
are counted together with shoes. If the card is found, then they are
allowed to dump one bucket of custard over the victim's head and the victim
loses. If the card is not found, the victim must remove that item of
clothing to show that it is indeed not on or inside it, and may then make
the accuser use their mouths in any way they like on whatever is
uncovered."

     "What if they don't find the card but it is there?" Jonny asked.

     "How about," Danny replied, "the victim dumps a bucket over the
accuser, and the victim places the card somewhere else?"

     "Seems fair to me." I replied. "Finally, when the victim has shown his
innocence, he accuses someone else. Everyone must be asked once before
anyone can be asked twice, that makes sure it's fair. Winner is the last
person left clean. Everyone OK with that?"

     After a few questions had been dealt with, we passed the pack of cards
around, each drawing one. The results were as follows:

     Me: Jack of Diamonds
     Tom: Ace of Spades
     Jonny: Nine of Hearts
     Paul: Five of Clubs
     John: Jack of Spades
     Danny: King of Hearts (very fitting)



     As such, I went out first, followed by Tom, John, Danny, John and
finally Paul. When we all sat down, we decided we were ready. My turn
first.

     I looked around the table, making eye contact with each of them. Some
returned my gaze, others studiously avoided it.

     "John," I said grandly. He leant towards the table, his elbows on the
edge. "I believe that your card is in your blazer."

     "Come on you two, get up on the table to do it." Tom said. I leant
over to him, and planted a kiss on his cheek before getting up onto the
table as he suggested. John joined me, wearing an expression of
arrogance. Didn't look like I'd got him on this one, then.

     "Do I undo the buttons?" I asked of the others. The consensus came
back as no. I stood in front of John, and first checked his breast
pocket. Nope. I reached inside his blazer, checking first the left, then
the right inside pockets. No, not there either, but it was lovely and warm
next to John's chest. I pushed my arm in further, checking for any pockets
near the bottom. None. There was only so much scope for hiding something,
so I checked the arms of his jacket from both ends, giving his muscles an
affectionate squeeze. I told him to turn round, and I quickly checked his
collar and the inside as well, taking it as an excuse to rest my face on
his ass. I couldn't think of anywhere else, so I admitted that it wasn't
there. John pulled his blazer off, and agreed that I had been wrong. There
wasn't any skin exposed, since John was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, but I
licked his fingers, then turned away.

     "Hey, before you get down you should kiss John to say sorry for
accusing him," Paul said. I raised my eyebrows at John, asking for his
consent, and promptly had a hand placed on the back of my head, pulling me
forcefully towards him into a liplock. His other hand was in the middle of
my back, as was my left in his, and my right squeezed his ass. We separated
for a brief instant, enough for me to say "Mmm... sorry," before we were
kissing again. When we finally separated, the others applauded, so we both
bowed towards opposite ends of the table, and I got down.



     John started looking round, menacing everyone, before beckoning Tom up
onto the table.

     "Tom," he started, "You've been my friend for nearly seven years now,
but I think you've been hiding something from me. A playing card, the ace
of spades, inside your socks.  Could you sit down, please?"

     Tom sat on the table, and let John feel about in his shoes first. John
asked,

     "Am I allowed to take his shoes off so I can search his socks
properly?"

     "You'll have to give his feet some attention after you do, and after
he removes his socks." I replied. John nodded, and untied Tom's shoes
before taking them off. There was a slight smell of sweat as they were
released, but nothing too bad. John got on to all fours, and Tom rubbed his
feet into his face. John nuzzled back harder, and then began feeling Tom's
socks for the card. A brief search later revealed no card, so Tom removed
his socks, and presented his feet back to John, who started licking and
sucking the toes, playing with them. I picked up the socks lying on the
table, and passed one to Danny. I took the other and sniffed it
appreciatively. Danny sniffed his gingerly, he'd never been particularly
into feet, but I guessed he thought why not. He passed his onto Paul, who
sniffed and passed it onto Jonny, who handed it back to me. I picked them
up with John's blazer, and chucked them over in a corner so they wouldn't
get messed up. I looked back just as John finished licking Tom's heel, and
crawled over to kiss him on the lips, murmuring like I had, "Sorry." Danny
got up from his chair, and sat down sideways on my lap, facing towards
Tom's chair. Our lips met lightly, no tongue, just a simple kiss. I put my
arms around him, his legs feeling so hot against mine through our trousers.

     John got down, and Tom made Paul get up on the table instead. When he
had searched Paul's blazer and apologised, he got down and turned his chair
and his attention to us as Jonny got up in his stead. He stretched out,
raising his feet off the floor and placing them on Danny's lap. I took his
left foot and ran my tongue along the outside, from toe to ankle. I stroked
the hair on the top and the few bits on his toes, loving the feel of
it. His toes were still wet from John, but I gladly took them one by one
into my mouth. I saw Danny starting to lick Tom's other foot as the first
was planted in my face, heel on my chin. I inhaled deeply, smelling Tom's
sexiness. I ran my tongue along the underside, making Tom squirm in his
seat, before he pushed his foot back onto my lap, rubbing my cock through
my trousers. I leant forwards and touched my lips to Tom's other foot, the
big toe of which was in Danny's mouth. I kissed each toe in turn, then the
big toe, before trying to kiss Danny past it. It wasn't too successful, but
great fun. That was when Jonny asking for Danny on the table interrupted
us. I reluctantly let him go, and sat back to watch. Tom moved his chair
and put his arm around me, giving me a little squeeze. His warm body was
comforting against mine as I watched Danny go to his (possible) fate. Jonny
had had his blazer removed, and was standing in his blue short-sleeved
shirt, with arms glistening with saliva.

     "Danny," he said, "I reckon the card's in your blazer. Mind if I
search?" His hands were immediately inside Danny's jacket, roaming over his
grey shirt as I so longed to do. It seemed Danny wasn't stupid enough to
hide the card in the most obvious place, and he bore it with good
humour. When he discarded his jacket, he made Jonny lick what he could
through the cuffs of his shirt, and also his hands. When they kissed, I
felt a pang of jealousy. Still, at least Danny had to get me up now, and
that promised to be fun. As Jonny got down, Danny slapped him on the ass,
and winked at me.

     "Matt?" He said, beckoning me up. I gave Tom a kiss on the cheek, and
got up. Heat seemed to be radiating from Danny, as well as his usual
incredibly sexy smell. He helped me up onto the table, his hand cold
against mine, but soft and loving. He gently searched my jacket, looking
for the card, but gave up quickly. I removed it and threw it down to Tom,
and let Danny get on with his apology. He kissed up my left arm, then down
the inside again. He repeated this on my right arm, and then we kissed
properly, his tongue exploring my mouth as it had done so many times over
the past year or so, but every time was special. I pulled him against me,
feeling his warmth through our shirts, and sniffing his oh-so-sexy
smell. He smiled at me before turning to get down, leaving me standing
alone. One round past, everyone except Tom had removed their jackets. I
took a look around at my friends, trying to decide who to pick. Tom? No,
save him for later. John? Done him. Danny? He'd just got down. So, Jonny or
Paul. Jonny or Paul...

     Jonny.



     I helped Jonny up onto the table, and tried to decide what to
take. The footwear, it just had to be. Jonny had nice soft feet, and I was
in the mood for more of that. After a bit of wordiness, Jonny sat down on
the table, and I squatted, running my fingers along the insides of his
shoes, not really searching for the card, but hey. After a while, I was
pretty certain that the card wasn't in either shoe, and so took them off,
and started sucking on Jonny's socks while squeezing and feeling every part
to check for the card - I didn't really want to be out so early in the
game. I told him that I was wrong, and let him remove his socks and toss
them to Tom who had his arm around Danny now. I kissed each of Jonny's toes
on the undersides, massaging the skin on his ankles. I noticed that he had
much less hair than Tom, almost none in fact. I licked along the arch of
his feet, and kissed the balls of his ankles, before straddling him and
kissing his lips in apology. My kiss pushed him onto his back, and we lay
there kissing until we had to breathe. I got down from the table, and let
Jonny get on with his next victim. He chose Paul, while I sat back down on
Danny's lap.

     "Paul, you're an intelligent person - or so you claim. If the card is
in your trousers, then I think we can rule out your intelligence. That's
where I'm going to search, and like it or not, you're going to have to put
up with it." With that, he shoved his hand through the waist of Paul's
trousers, feeling around, looking for that elusive card. He stuck his hand
as far down as he could, from front and back, before reaching up from the
bottom.

     "I guess you're intelligent after all." Jonny conceded. Paul took off
his shoes, pulled off his trousers, then put his shoes back on. He had some
black pants on, his cock struggling against the strong elastic. Jonny got
down onto his knees, and started licking Paul's legs, taking extra delight
from doing Paul's inside leg.



     After they had kissed, Jonny got down and Paul called Tom up. I took
Tom's chair, and sat with my arm around Danny as we watched the show, and
the sideshow of Jonny kissing John.

     "Tom, the card's in your shirt." Paul said, somewhat unceremoniously,
as he started searching. He searched from the outside, taking a moment to
squeeze Tom's chest, but quickly gave up.

     "OK, I admit it's not there."

     "Paul, you're a LOSER!" Tom cried. He took off his blazer, then pulled
on his shirt; and as it came untucked from his trousers, the ace of spades
fluttered down to the table.  Paul's only reply was "Ah crap" as Tom
fetched a bucket of chocolate custard. He looked to me,

     "Where should he be? Chair or table?" I pondered it for a second,
before replying,

     "Table. It means everyone else gets messy by splashback." Tom climbed
onto the table, and hefted the bucket. Paul was standing upright, and was
shivering slightly in anticipation.  Tom raised the bucket, tilted it, and
then brought it back down again, increasing the tension while he invited
everyone to try some. Danny stuck his left hand in, and I eagerly licked
off one side while he licked the other, some dripping down over his watch
and onto his shirt-cuff.  We turned back to Tom, just as he started pouring
the lukewarm custard over Paul's head. He didn't pour quickly, but the
brown slop cascaded over Paul's head and shoulders, down his shirt and onto
the table. A lot of custard hit Tom, with some even hitting me and Danny in
the face. Tom saved the best until last, however, and poured the dregs
inside Paul's pants. He helped Paul off the table, and watched as he sat
down, custard coming round the edges of his pants sounding like a fart -
the rest of us just laughed. He wiped the custard from his eyes, and
laughed with the rest of us. I looked at the mess on the table, told Paul
to get up, and helped Tom down: he went out of the room to replace his card
and get some kitchen roll. I then told Paul to unbutton the top of his
shirt, tuck the bottom into his pants, and stand by the end of the table. I
used my right forearm to scrape all the custard to the edge of the table,
and then pushed it down Paul's already-messy shirt. He did the buttons back
up, and pushed on his shirt, squeezing the custard all around.



     Tom got back and I mopped up the custard remaining on the table,
before he asked,

     "Hey, aren't I meant to get some tongues on me now?"

     I considered this for a moment. He had stripped, but he'd also had
some fun... I looked at his sexy chest. Yes, oh so yes.

     "Sure, Tom. For all future games, if this happens, all remaining
people in the game use their tongues, in this case on Tom." I looked at my
arm covered in custard, and then at Tom's chest, before dragging the former
down the latter, leaving a trail of brown custard. He grinned as John,
Danny and Jonny closed in; while Paul sat rubbing his cock and I got on my
knees, cleaning his toned stomach. I felt someone climb on top of me to
lick Tom's chest, the heat I felt through our two shirts and the hard cock
rubbing against my ass turned me on so much, and I started trying to
french-kiss Tom's belly-button (a bit hard since he had an "out-ey"). I
found out who was on my back from Tom's whispered,

     "Come on, John, bite my nipples." But it was all over too soon, and we
returned to our seats, Tom pulling on his blazer again before climbing back
onto the table. He looked around at us: Paul rubbing himself, drenched in
custard; John leaning back on his chair, having only lost his jacket; Danny
kissing my neck as I sat on his lap; and Jonny sitting hunched up on his
chair, wiggling his wet toes. He pointed at me, and beckoned me up. I stood
before him and waited.

     "Matt... you've been giving my feet lots of love today, and I think
it's time I returned the favour. Lie down on the table, with your head
hanging off the end, pointing towards Paul if you want this."

     I did as he asked very willingly, and was soon getting an upside-down
view of Paul as Tom's fingers invaded my shoes. Paul wasn't going to be
idle, though. He stood up, and pulled his chocolate-covered cock out for me
to suck. It probably wasn't particularly good, partly because of Tom now
sucking my socks, and partly because that was the first time I'd ever
attempted an upside-down blowjob. Paul put his slimy hands on the sides of
my face, leaving smears of chocolate there. I felt Tom remove my socks as I
sucked and licked. I could only get the tip of Paul's cock into my mouth
from that position, but I did what I could to give him good time but not
make him cum. I put my hands on his ass, kneading gently, getting them
covered in chocolate. Tom was now licking between my toes and tickling the
soles of my feet, making me squirm as I had made him squirm earlier. He
made his way up my body, pushed Paul away from me and held the back of my
head up so he could kiss me.  His tongue snaked into my mouth past my
chocolatey lips, seeking to replace Paul's cock with something equally
filling. He left my mouth for a minute to lick the custard off my cheeks,
then returned to my mouth for one final time before climbing off the
table. I sat up, and looked round: my turn.



     "Well," I said, "John or Danny. Well, sorry John, but I played with
you earlier, so, Danny, you want to come up?" I gave him a helping (and
rather messy) hand onto the table, and stood in front of him.

     "So, Danny," I said, "Where have you hidden your card? I suppose there
aren't really that many places left... your shoes, pants, trousers or
shirt. Shoes? Not your thing. Trousers?  Where can you hide it in there?
Pants? It would be fun looking, I'll say that. But, no.... The King of
Hearts is in your shirt, King of my Heart." I put my hands on his ass,
leaving two brown handprints, and pulled him into a kiss - once on the
lips, then deeper for a few seconds before I started feeling up the arms of
his shirt for the card. It didn't take long to find the card - it was
hidden under his right cuff so that a casual feeling of it wouldn't betray
the card. I left it there; making him think that I'd missed it, and checked
his breast-pocket, tweaking his nipple through the shirt. I untucked his
shirt at the bottom, and reached up, feeling Danny's warm skin against mine
as I pretended to keep searching. I stood before him, admiring him.  He had
a smirk on his face which I was determined to remove.

     "Before I go any further," I said, "May I kiss your hand?" Danny held
out his right hand, and I knelt on one knee to kiss it gently, before
taking the card out of his cuff. I held it out to the audience, continuing,
"I think I've made my point here. Could you get me a bucket of custard
please - yellow."

     I started taking off Danny's shirt, fumbling with the buttons as I
still had chocolate on my fingers, even though most of it was on Danny's
ass and shirt. He helped by undoing his cuffs, then almost ripped it off as
I laid him down on the table. I nuzzled my face into his left armpit,
inhaling deeply.

     "God, Danny, you've got to get me some of that deodorant for
Christmas. It's fucking gorgeous. Anyone else want a smell before he gets
it?" One by one, the others sniffed Danny's armpits, Paul last as he left
chocolate over them.

     "John," I said, "You're going to be up next, so do you want to help me
for a minute?"  He climbed up on the table, and placed the custard by
Danny's head. Danny's eyes rolled up to see it, but moved back as John
stood over him, rubbing himself from arse to cock. I picked up the bucket,
and lovingly poured half of it over Danny's upper body, starting at his
head and going down to his stomach. He looked as sexy as I'd ever seen him,
lying there, and I longed to give him something more. I massaged his belly
until my hands were covered, then pushed them into his trousers, laughing
at his gasp reaction to my gooey hands touching him for the first time.

     "Hmm, what've you got in there, then?" I asked as my hand wandered and
squeezed affectionately. "One cock, just over six inches long; two balls
perfect for playing with; one arse, not too hairy. Oh, and boxer shorts -"
(I pulled on his waistband) "- red by the look of it.  Now, John, this is
where you come in. In order to give our friend Danny here," (I stood on one
leg and started drawing patterns on his stomach with my toes) "the maximum
stimulation, we need to insert custard into his boxers. Now, we can't do
that very easily from his present angle, and I'm loathe to move him. So, I
want you to hold the ankles of his trousers up so that I can pour custard
down them. You OK with that?" John nodded his assent, and raised both
Danny's legs into the air. I slowly poured half of the remainder down the
left trouser leg, some going outside, the rest sliding down and setting
Danny moaning as it enveloped his arse. John continued holding his first
leg up as I pulled the sock over the end of the trouser-leg to keep the
custard in, and then repeated the whole procedure on the right leg.  Danny
was in near-ecstasy now, with his trousers bulging from the custard. We let
down his legs, and I offered my hand to help him up, laughing as all the
custard slid down to bulge the bottom of his trousers. I wiped my hands on
his clean back and helped him off the table; watching as he sat down and
put his feet on the table to get the custard back around his cock, which
made him smile a demented smile.

     "No need to apologise, Matt." He laughed. I smiled back at him, then
turned to John.

     "And so we're back here again. Slightly less clothed than last time,
but I just can't get enough, John. I'm going to search your shirt for that
card, and I hope that I'm less successful than I was with Danny - I want to
be able to enjoy the game while there are still people to play." I
immediately started feeling his chest, not really looking for a card, just
enjoying running my hands over his body, pinching his nipples through the
shirt. I especially enjoyed squeezing his biceps, then almost ripped his
shirt off after admitting defeat. I went straight for his left nipple, and
he held me there as if I was suckling him while my hands squeezed his
ass. After a while he moved me to his other nipple, but I was getting
impatient to taste the rest of his body. I tried to move away, but he held
me tighter, saying

     "No, Matt. If you're going to get my body, you're getting it as I
like. Keep sucking or maybe I'll have to give you a smacking, you'd like
that, wouldn't you?" I nodded mutely, sucking his glorious nipple
again. "Well, I'm sure Tom can provide that for you while I play with
Jonny." He continued with me for some five minutes, moving me around his
chest, paying attention to both armpits, nipples, his belly button and also
his birthmark. He sent me to Tom without a kiss and called up Jonny.



     I looked into Tom's eyes, and saw nothing but determination to do what
John had asked of him. He was still sitting close to Danny, and I got into
a position where my ass was raised over Tom's lap, with my head on Danny's
lap (facing his stomach). Immediately the blows started coming down, not
too hard, but hard enough to be slightly painful. Danny was doing a good
job of keeping my mind off it, though, and was gently stroking my face,
leaving custard all over me. I reached out my tongue and was just able to
reach his stomach to taste him. He saw me doing this, smiled down, and
moved forward so I could reach more easily. It reminded me of our first
fuck - that night when he'd first taken a cock up his arse. Custard had
always tasted somewhat lacking since, without l'essence du Danny, or so I
thought. Oh yes, this custard (still warm) tasted better than any I'd had
in the last 6 months. Tom however wasn't going to accept me hardly noticing
his blows, and started aiming them lower, hitting where my legs joined my
hips rather than full on my ass. From that position, it also hit the back
of my bollocks occasionally, which hurt a lot more, but what enjoyable
pain! Where he'd been hitting before felt warm and a bit tender, I was
still glad, though, that the impact was cushioned by my pants and trousers.

     Finally, John finished with Jonny, and I was called up again. My ass
was a bit sore, but not too much the worse for wear. Jonny now had a bare
chest, and as I got up I pinched his nipples, feeling all the gorgeous
bumps on the brown skin. Of all my friends, he was the one I fucked most
often - mainly because he lived nearest.

     "Matt, your trousers have got to go. I honestly can't say I know where
it's possible to hide a card in them, but I'm bound to check." I loosened
my belt, and he thrust his hand down my trousers.

     "You like searching trousers, don't you?" I asked.

     "Not really, it's just luck of the draw. Besides, I've seen them
before." After a lot of fumbling and feeling, he gave up. I stripped out of
my trousers, conscious of the tent in my orange boxers. Jonny planted a row
of kisses up my inside-leg (no doubt looking upwards all the time), and
then kissed me properly. Still a great kisser, and a very sexy back, I
thought to myself as my hands wandered over it.

     "Can I come in your bed tonight?" He asked as we parted. I looked at
Jonny, then at Danny, then back to Jonny.

     "Sorry, but I think I know who's bound for my bed tonight. And, I
think we'd like to keep it as just us. Maybe tomorrow, the three of us if
you want."

     He nodded slightly sadly, and got down from the slippery table, making
for John. I noticed Paul was now by Danny, sharing a kiss and a grope or
two. I'd done John twice.  Time for someone else.

     "Tom, you want to come up?" I admired his body as he climbed up -
six-pack partially hidden by his blazer, feet that were oh-so-sexy, legs to
die for... But what to pick? Blazer was unlikely, trousers impossible -
pants then.

     "Tom, I'm going to search your pants. It won't take long, but I
guarantee you'll enjoy it." I immediately set to work, pushing both my
hands into his pants, my left down the front at my right down the back,
squeezing, fondling and caressing. If there was any sweat, I didn't feel it
- he was perfectly dry, apart from the tip of his cock which was leaking
precum. It took all of two seconds not to find the card, another two
minutes to check properly. I even checked up his arse, just in case, you
understand, he'd put it up there - I mean, it wasn't because I wanted to
taste his arse on my finger. When I finally withdrew, I smiled dirtily at
him, making him laugh. Jonny had anticipated what would be needed, and had
produced a set of scissors which I offered to Tom. He refused, and pulled
up the sides of his pants so I could cut them off. I did so, and pulled
them off at the front, chucking them to Danny. I was about to kiss him
when,

     "No, Matt. I think you've got some other places to kiss first." He
undid his trousers and pulled them down a bit so I could get to his arse,
cock and balls. I was down on my knees immediately, french-kissing his
arse, before he turned around and put my head onto his cock.  I sucked and
licked willingly, loving the taste and smell of him, determined to make him
hotter. I pulled off his cock, kissed my way down it, nuzzled into his
pubes before lapping at his balls. He pulled me up at this point, and into
a deep french kiss, his hard cock rubbing mine through my boxers exciting
me to the point of orgasm, but not stimulating enough to let me cum. As I
got down, I heard him zip himself up and call John up. I sat by Jonny, who
promptly relocated himself onto my lap, and watched proceedings.



     "John, John, John," Tom said, somewhat theatrically, "your card
remains undiscovered, but that's not going to last. The card in your shoes
is going to get you gunged. Someone get me some yellow custard, please?
I'll need it."

     His arrogance was well-founded, it didn't take long for John to lose
his shoes, and the card turned up on the bottom of his left foot. He lay
down on John, and kissed him on the lips, before they both stood up, John's
back already covered in custard left over from Danny's gunging. Tom started
slowly pouring the custard all over John's head, before stopping to mess up
his hair. With the elegance of a new-age chef, he drizzled custard down
John's chest, before dumping the rest down the back of John's trousers,
causing two explosions of custard as it went down his legs and hit the
floor. John was laughing as he climbed down towards me, while Tom was
thrusting his hips at everyone in celebration.  Jonny got up, kissed me
goodbye and climbed up onto the table, careful not to slip on the
custard. John sat down beside me, causing another load of custard to come
out of his trousers.  I put my arm around him, and kissed his cheek. He was
still dripping custard, and I started to use my other hand to pinch his
nipples while I could still find them. On the table, Tom was searching
Jonny's trousers to no avail, which left Jonny in boxers only, with Tom and
me still with two pieces of clothing apiece. Finally, it was my turn again.

     "Matt: boxers." Was all Jonny said. Ah crap. He pushed his hand down
my boxers, and pulled out the card from where it had been resting above my
cock. He smiled,

     "Chocolate please."

     Tom brought the bucket requested, and handed it to Jonny who had in
the meantime got rid of my boxers. I was acutely aware of my near-nudity
(all I had left was a shirt). Jonny gave my cock an affectionate squeeze
before hefting the bucket and starting to pour it over my head. I bent my
head back and closed my eyes as the warm custard cascaded over my head,
down my body and caressed my cock and ass. I moaned lightly as the last of
the custard went over my head, and Jonny started squeezing my bollocks. I
wiped the custard out of my eyes and let him kiss me on the lips before I
climbed down. Paul was still with Danny, so I went over and sat on John,
kissing him. His hands immediately went to my ass, using the custard as
lubricant to push into my arsehole. One, two, three fingers went into me,
his yellow custard blending with my brown, our lips kissing hungrily.



     But I'd almost forgotten about the game. I twisted around on John's
lap, him with his chin resting on my shoulder and his hands on my cock.

     "If you find the card, Jonny, you win. If not... you're going to be
another gunged loser."  Tom was saying. "Which is it to be - blazer or
trousers?"

     "Blazer, Tom, blazer." Jonny said, before thrusting his hands into
each pocket in turn. It didn't take long for him to realise he was wrong,
and the reality that he was going to be gunged set in. However, there was
etiquette to follow. He admitted his fault, and apologised by giving Tom's
nipples a good licking and then his mouth a big kiss.

     "Jonny, the card's in your boxers. Get naked." He thrust his hand into
Jonny's sea- patterned boxers, pulling out the card. He fetched the last
two buckets while Jonny stripped and lay down on the table, wriggling about
in the custard left from mine & John's gungings.  He knelt over Jonny,

     "Which do you want? Brown or yellow?"

     "Fuck it, just give me both." Jonny replied. Tom immediately started
tipping the brown bucket onto Jonny's wriggling and already custard-covered
toes. He moved up Jonny's legs, covering each in turn, then stopped and
poured some over Jonny's stomach. Finally, he poured the rest of the bucket
over Jonny's cock, massaging it in with his hands and probably poking a
finger up his arse. He put the second bucket by Jonny's head, and sat down
in the custard, shifting himself so that Jonny's head was resting on his
crotch before wrapping his legs around Jonny's chest. He started pouring
the custard out over Jonny's chest, moving up his neck before covering his
face. He then took handfuls of custard, smearing them all over his own body
as if washing, but not bothering with his back. He turned Jonny over and
lay down before pulling him into a kiss and tipping the bucket over both
their heads. The game was over. The holiday was just getting started.