Date: Fri, 23 May 2014 20:46:58 +1000
From: Austen Lening <austenlening@gmail.com>
Subject: The Games Room

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The Games Room

They were both hot as fuck, though they looked young—way too young to be
in a club. It was the one on the left who caught my attention.  Broad
shoulders and a slender waist, it was not just his jock boy looks that held
me, but the way he seemed so... hesitant; like a puppy taking its first
uncertain steps out of the house. He flicked sweaty golden hair back from
his flushed, yet pale face, and grinned nervously at something his mate was
saying to a tall blonde girl. The girl had latched onto the boys on the
dance floor, and pale blonde boy did not seem to like it one bit; his mate,
dark hair against tanned skin, with flashing green eyes, didn't seem to
mind though. He had every bit of cockiness the blonde boy was lacking.

Someone bumped me, and I looked sideways, catching Tom's grin before he
toned it back. He knew my type a little too well. I shook my head, turning
away, but he caught my arm.

"You should go for it,"

"You nuts?"

He flashed that grin again, and looked back. "I reckon you could trip blue
eyes. I'd say the lady is breaking his heart right now, and not because he
wants the lady."

I looked again, briefly. It was true enough that he looked like Christmas
had been cancelled, watching as his dark haired mate lent in to talk into
the girl's ear over the loud music of the club. She laughed, and the blond
flushed even further, looking awkwardly away but seeming unable to pull
himself from the dark haired boys side.

"They're kids. They must have fakes."

"Yeah, bad ones."

"What?"

"I saw them in line," Tom grinned at my consternation. "I knew they
wouldn't make it in—they have to be what? Sixteen? Seventeen? So I asked
Jackie to look the other way. All for you."

"Fucking predator."

Tom rolled his eyes, "They're here of their own free will. They came to
play, what's wrong with playing with them.

I was about to reply when the dark haired boy used his shirt to wipe the
sweat he had built up on the dance floor off his face, and my eyes were
joined by the girl and the blonde boy on his abs. Tom knew me too well,
just as I knew him. Tom just grinned at me knowingly, and nudged my
shoulder. "Here—and just remember, you're the cool worldly
dude. Mystique, mate—pull some out of your fucking ass and impress the
shit out of them with it."

"What does that even mean?" I asked, but Tom was already moving.

I could only watch in mild surprise—mild because I'd known Tom for years
and he'd pulled this shit before—as he walked up and shoved the dark
haired boy away from the girl—all I could hear over the music was
something like `you stay away from Monique...' and from there it became
garbled. The dark haired boy tried to push back, but Tom would never be
called a small guy, and I could tell the boy was scared. The thing that
fucking shocked me the most was that the girl, Monique, burst into tears
trying to pull Tom back and begging him to forgive her. It was then, and
only then, that I caught on to just what a devious little shit Tom could
be. I was shaking my head, somewhere between amazement and horror, when
Jackie, one of the security guards and a friend of mine and Tom's tapped me
on the arm and said, "I think that's your cue."

"He's such a cunt," I muttered.

Jackie grinned, all feral-like. "Ah, but he's our cunt."

Mustering myself, as much because the dark haired boy seemed to be
mustering his courage—pushing back at Tom harder and harder—as any
plan to go along with Tom, and thinking to myself `what fucking mystique do
I have', I nevertheless waded into the circle that had formed around Tom
and the two boys. As I moved closer I noted the look on the pale boy's
face, and thought maybe Tom had bitten off more than he could chew with
that one. Loyalty's a terrible thing, as Tom had shown himself.

With one hand—I'm not as big as Tom, but I'm not weak either—I pulled
the dark haired boy away. Tom was in my face in a second, but I placed my
hand on his chest and shoved—not too hard, but Tom staggered back all
the same. In that second Jackie was at my side, pulling me back, whilst two
of Tom's other mates from the bar grabbed the two boys. The crowd started
calling out that Tom had started it, but Jackie silenced them with one
feral look, before turning on Tom.

"This true, Tommy?" Jackie asked, ominously.

Suddenly Tom was all innocence. I almost ruined it by grinning. Such a
shit. "These kids were harassing my girl, Jack."

The blonde spoke then, his voice husky with anger. "That's not fucking
true. He just walked up and shoved Jake." So, dark-haired was Jake. That
fit his jock-boy look. For himself, Jake looked too angry to speak.

"That true, Monique?" Jack asked.

Monique wiped a tear away, looking back and forth between Tom and
Jake. Hesitantly, she shook her head. "It was like... it was like Tom
said. They were... they were hassling me. Wouldn't take no."

Suddenly, things were not quite so okay for me. Sure, Tom was being a dick
to the two boys, but they looked like they could take it—little
strutting, not harm done. But Monique... Monique seemed genuinely scared.

"And you?" Jack asked me, "What's your stake in this."

Now genuinely angry with Tom, I flicked him cold. "Maybe I just hate to see
twats acting like cunts."

Tom flushed, balling his fists and stepping forward, right up to me, before
some of his other mates pulled him back. Angry myself, not caring that he
thought he was doing me a favour, I didn't step back. Jackie took the lead,
pulling me away.

"That's enough Tommie. Take your lady and go to the bar, free drinks on
me." Before Tom could say anything Jackie pulled me away and around, the
crowd scattering before us. "You three are out."

"That's bullshit," Jake managed before one of the bouncers, a bloke named
Alastair that I played soccer with, shook him hard enough to shut him up.

"Lady said it was you, that's good enough for me. And I don't like bad
language." That was with a shake for me. I laughed—Jack was a foul mouth
little bastard. The shake, however, happened to let me see Monique standing
not so far away, her face twisted and upset—until she saw me looking,
then she flashed a grin, and winked.

"Holy mother fuck," I muttered. Was everyone in on this?

...

Outside, the cool night air was almost refreshing. As Jake yelled
obscenities at the guards while the blonde boy, whose name I still didn't
know, dragged him away, I wandered in roughly the same direction, pulling
out my phone. Sure enough there was a message from Tom: `Fuck mate, you're
a better actor than I thought—for a second I reckoned you were gonna
deck me. Should take you on games night more often.'

I replied: `games night? You twisted fuck.'

He came back almost immediately, but ignoring my message: `my
place. There's some surprises for you in my closet. And remember my
boy—mystique the shit out of those fuckers.'

Jake appeared to be calming down, most of his ranting going to his mate now
than at the somewhat distant bouncers. As he finished his tirade I pulled
out a cigarette and lit it, thinking; mystique? Where the fuck do I find
mystique?

At that point Jake seemed to notice me, cutting off talking entirely and
pulling away from his friend. In the darkness of the street his green eyes
seemed to glow. His mouth twisted into a little bit of a sneer, and he
said, "You're a cold fuck, then, aren't you?"

Suddenly I was over the whole thing; over Tom; over these boys,
pretty-as-fuck though they may be; over the whole goddam night. To the boys
I muttered, `whatever', and flicked my cigarette to the ground, using the
same move to put it out and I did to turn on my heel to walk away. I'd
taken no more than three steps when I heard the patter of running feet, and
a hand caught my arm. I twisted back, ready to give the kid what he needed
to make him realise he wanted to leave me alone, and he flinched back.

"What?" I demanded.

"I..." he flushed slightly, nowhere near as noticeable in his tanned cheeks
as it had been in his pale skinned friends. "Look, sorry mate. Didn't mean
to be a dick, just still a bit roasted over it all."

"Not my fault," I muttered, thinking, holy fuck, did I just do exactly what
Tom said I should?

"I know mate, really." He grinned a little nervously, a change from
earlier. "Seriously, what you did in there was cool. That guy was such a
shit."

"You've no idea."

"You know him?" That was the blonde. He stood about two paces away, looking
uncertain. Fuck he was sexy.

"Enough to know he's a cunt." True words. True fucking words about my best
mate. "Listen, he was being a dick, I didn't like it. That's it."

"Still, thanks," Jake replied. His charm and confidence were coming
back. "Why don't you let us buy you a drink?"

In that moment, I should have stopped; should have walked away, left these
two innocent lads, probably out for a night in the city for the first time
in their lives, to their fun—or as was more likely, to be turned away
time and again by their youthful looks—left Tom and his fucked up plans
and his smoother than shit ways and gone home and had a bat thinking about
what I could have done.

"Fuck it," I muttered.

"What?" blondie replied, take a small nervous step back.

"What's your names?" I asked, pulling out another cigarette and lighting
it.

The exchanged glances, finally Jake names himself, and nodded to the
blonde, "And that's Connor. How about you?"

"Mitch."

"Cool," Jake grinned. "How bout that drink then, Mitch?"

"Past lock out," I said, taking a drag, "clubs won't be taking any more
people in."

"Fuck," Jake muttered, though Connor looked almost relieved.

"You party?" I asked. Tom being Tom, I was fairly sure I knew what his
little surprise was.

Jake's eyes went a little wide at that, and he breathed, "You mean,
like..."

I grinned, and took another drag before answering. "I mean, like..."

"Oh," I could see the cogs whirling in his pretty little head. He tried for
an easy grin, as he replied, "Sure, man. All the time."

"You mean never," I replied dryly, and he flushed and I barked a laugh,
pulling him into a headlock. "Relax, kid. There's a first time for
anything."

It was in that moment, looking over Jake's head and meeting Connor's eyes,
seeing the small grin on his face at seeing his confident mate taken
tripped up a little, that I saw exactly how this night would all play
out. All the pieces fell into place, and I thought—who's the devious
shit now? Tom? Or you?

Tom's place was about three blocks away. A penthouse suite his dad—the
owner of the club we had so recently departed—paid for. On the way Jake
joked and bantered, seemingly ecstatic, as if he had passed some sort of
test and proven himself capable of playing with the big boys. Connor was
more reserved, but not shy. I came to realise his wit was razor sharp, and
he cut of little one liners that punctured Jake's stories like needles, a
fact which Jake did not seem to mind at all, to my surprise. I began to see
how the dynamic worked, and worked myself into it, joining Connors banter
more than Jakes, a fact which drew me more and more open grins from the
pale skinned lad.

At Tom's the night clerk grimaced at us—he loved Tom but didn't have a
moment of time for me, not that it mattered. I preferred his silence,
especially tonight. We took the elevator to the eleventh floor, and I
slipped out my keys, and used the spare Tom had given me to open the door.

Tom's flat, as always, was immaculate. The main area of his apartment with
its minimalist modern glass and silver trimming dining table sat on hard
wooden, polished floor boards directly in front of us, which were set a
recess of two stairs down from both the door and entry landing, as well as
from the marble bench top kitchen off to our right. To the hard left was a
door through to his games room, where a pool table and large screen TV
waited before a seven seater sofa. Running parallel to the dinning room
were large glass doors leading out onto a wide balcony overlooking the
harbour and the Bridge, and directly opposite us, in a V created between
the balcony and the kitchen stood the door to Tom's bedroom beyond.

As I said, Tom's a fucking little shit.

The lights I switched on were soft, filling the room with a dim golden
light, making everything look vaguely soft and dreamlike. They were what
Tom termed his Fuck-Lights, because, you know, his soul is one of
poetry. The boys were suitably impressed, and Jake kept muttering `fuck'
over and over, before asking me how I could afford this. I just grinned in
what I hope was a mysterious way, and told him to put some music on,
nodding to the stereo, and adding that there were drinks in the fridge and
to help themselves. As I wandered across the room I pulled my sweaty shirt
off, ambling into Tom's bedroom. I wondered what they would make of it, and
decided I didn't care. This was my game, not their's.

In Tom's room I pulled out a clean shirt; a nice, collared, button up the
front one that I knew Tom loved, and put it on without buttoning it up. I
kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks, before reaching into his
closet, and pulling out a small bag of coke I knew would be hidden behind
his collection of aftershaves.

Before I returned to the boys, I went into Tom's bathroom and took a piss,
before pausing and looking at myself in the mirror, wondering if I was
really going to try and get into the pants of these two wide-eyed innocent
lads. I saw I was grinning, and thought, yeah. If they let me.

Heading back out, I saw the boys both had a beer each, and were standing
around the kitchen bench. Taking the two stairs that led up to the kitchen
in a single step I flicked the bag of coke onto the bench as if it were
barely worthy of notice, before I grabbed myself a beer, and taking the cap
of using the bench—and if I scratched it, well, price of mother fucking
mystique, eh Tommy boy?

Grinning at the lads, I took a swig, and they did too. The music was
something chill that I didn't recognise, probably something Tom had been
playing. Cocking an ear, I said, "You put on my `come fuck me' tunes. I use
this shit to get laid."

Both boys cracked up on that, and so did I because, after all, it was both
the first lie I'd told that night, and also the closest I'd come to the
truth with them. As the laughter dwindled, I fell back to an easy grin, and
nodded to Jake and the coke in one gesture, saying, "Go on then. Show us
how its done."

He hesitated, and Connor laughed, and he blushed and then surprisingly
laughed as well, easily. "Alright, you got me okay. First time and all."

I nodded easily, and raised my beer. "To first times then."

The clinked, and then I pulled the bag to me, pouring out a cautious
measure of the coke. I used my card to dice it up, and flicked Connor a
look. "Got a note?"

He swallowed, noticeably, which I found so fucking hot, before pulling his
wallet out, and then a fiver. I rolled it easily, and though I don't do
coke often, managed to pull off a line without ruining Tom's mother fucking
mystique, then I handed it to Connor. He was less elegant, and it took him
a few sniffs to manage it. Jake sneered at that, and took the note,
managing to fuck up his line even more than Connor. By this time a pleasant
numbness was creeping through my face, a tingling joy that would soon reach
my limbs. Running a finger through small bits of powder that we'd missed, I
rubbed it on my gums, nodding at the boys to follow suit, which they
did. Connor, I noticed, had a silly grin on his face, and when he saw me
looking, he burst into laughter, which I joined. Ah Tommy, I thought, you
always have good shit.

"Come on," I said, grabbing my beer, the coke and leaving the kitchen,
jumping down into the dining area only to bound up and through the door on
the other side, the boys following along. When we got to the games room,
they were again suitably impressed. Once there we fucked around for a while
playing pool. We had a few more beers and did another line. At one point I
shrugged off Tom's shirt, feeling hot and alive and vital. Jake, seeing
this, did the same, stripping his tight black shirt in one move, and
kicking off his shoes, and then his socks, leaving him in just tight
jeans. God he was fucking hot. Slim, but cut as hell, his abs leading down
into a sharp V that lead to what looked to be a well filled crotch. There
was nothing I found hotter than a guy in just jeans, which is why when
Connor too kicked off his shoes, but kept his shirt on, I was disappointed.

Later, after another line, and another beer, Jake made a joke at my
expense, and I pushed him onto the lounge, before jumping on, and wrestling
with him wildly, feeling his hot, smooth flesh under my hands for the first
time, his chest on my chest. Like a puppy not wanting to be left out,
Connor jumped in, and it all declined to melee, until I, `accidentally'
rippied Connors shirt. We all fell back, staring wildly at each other, and
then burst into laughter, them laying back against the lounge; me propped
against the solid black coffee table Tom had set up between his lounge and
TV.

"You might as well fucking lose that," I said, nodding to Connor's white
shirt, which was ripped nearly in two, and still laughing, he caught and
ripped the rest of the way, tossing it over the lounge. That set us off
again, but not so hard.

"I feel so good," Jake muttered as we fell to giggles, he was running a
hand up his chest. "This is such good shit."

"As if you'd know the difference," I said, tossing a pillow at him that he
swatted aside with a grin.  "But yes, it is good shit." I let my grin widen
into a leer, and added, "you should try fucking on it."

"Oh fuck, that would be nice," he replied, perhaps unconsciously running
his hand over his crotch. "Know any we could call upon?"

"Not at three in the morning," I replied. Suddenly a little bit of my high
wore off, and I remembered why we were here. "Should have thought ahead;
Coke always makes me horny."

I looked at Connor then. His eyes were a little glazed, and weren't leaving
Jake's hand, which was unsurprising as Jake's hand wasn't leaving Jake's
jeans glad crotch. Then, with a start, he looked up and saw me looking, and
flushed. I grinned knowingly, and stretching out a little, I asked
casually, "You two ever fool around?"

Jake started laughing at that, and Connor managed a half hearted chuckle,
then flinched when Jake said, "Fool around? Fuck no."

"That true Connor?" I asked, "You never messed around back in school."
Connor didn't answer. He was looking upset, so I decided to throw him a
bone. "I did."

Connor looked up sharply at that, not saying anything, and I thought;
`gotcha'—though of course, it all depended on Jake. For Jake, he was
gaping at me. "You fucked other guys?"

I gave him my best condescending smile. "Of course I fucking did. I was at
an all boys boarding school. How else was I gonna get my dick wet?"

Jake was blinking in a confused way. He'd gone too far in accepting me as
the cool older dude to easily snap back. In a voice that was pleasantly
disbelieving, he asked, "You're gay?"

I let my smile widen, for here was the trap I'd been playing to, out there
on the street. Reaching over my shoulder I grabbed the remote to Tom's
smart TV, flicking it on, and then tabbing to the external hard drive
attached. I flicked past the folder containing Tom's video's to my own, the
straight ones, and clicked. I twisted back before it started in time to see
the look of disbelief and awe as the video started, the flickering lights
and the soft moans telling me what he was seeing. After a long, long
moment, during which I noticed that Jake's hand had moved back to his
crotch, he looked at me, and I winked. Toggling the mute, and looking back
to Connor, I grinned, and said, "so what about you? I noticed you didn't
answer?"

I think, had this come up at any other time, Connor would have run, or
maybe even started crying. Now, trying to follow my lead, he shrugged.

"Connor?" Jake almost gasped, staring at his best mate.

"What?" He muttered, twisting a little. "It's like he said. A way to get
off. I didn't see any of the girl's offering, not with you about."

"Fuck me," Jake muttered. "Who?"

"Ben Franco." Connor was blushing now. "And Jeremy."

"Jeremy? Jeremy fucking White? No way, I saw him fucking Bree at Brent's
birthday. No fucking way."

"Aren't you listening?" I said coolly, "It's no big deal."

"And yes, Jeremy fucking White," Connor said. I saw that Jake had made him
angry. "And guess what, he was the one who wanted my dick, not the other
way round. He used to thank me after I let him suck me off."

"Holy fuck," Jake muttered. He seemed more in shock than disgusted
now. "Was... was he good?"

Connor quirked a smile, for the first time in a while. "Better than Bree."

"You had Bree, too?"

"Everyone had Bree."

"I didn't."

Connor just grinned more widely, and, wanting to get things movie again, I
asked slyly, "So... you wanna party?"

Jake looked at me wildly, but I wasn't looking at him. Connor met my eyes
for a long moment, but didn't say anything. As I moved slowly toward him, I
heard Jake muttering to himself, `Oh fuck, oh fucking hell', but I didn't
look at him, didn't take my eyes off Connor. His pale, defined chest was
rising and falling rapidly, but he didn't try to stop me as I moved between
his legs, gently running my hand up his jeaned thigh, over something rock
hard, and then across his abs. When my hand reached his pec, brushing
lightly over his hard nipple, I applied a little more force, and getting
the point he used his hands to pull himself up onto the lounge.

I moved to be kneeling between his legs, using my hands to push his knees
apart, and then rubbing up his thighs to begin kneading his cock through
his jeans. He moaned, once, despite himself, his head rolling back, and I
smiled, rising up on my knees to rub his chest more forcefully than before,
leaving small red marks in his pale flesh, the fade back to their normal
colour. He tried sitting up more level, but I pushed him back, meeting his
disbelieving eyes and holding them whilst I rubbed his chest.

After a long moment he moaned again, and broke my gaze, looking toward
Jake, as if to gauge his reaction. Not to let anything stop this, I moved
in then and took his nipple in my mouth, sucking on it hard, and running my
tongue across it. Again Connor moaned, harder this time, and I heard Jake
mutter `oh, fuck,' again, though now he sounded more breathy, more turned
on.

As I worked Connor's hairless chest and tiny hard nubs of nipples with my
mouth, my hands were at play in his crotch, teasing, playing, unbuckling. I
didn't want this to be over too quickly, but god I need his cock in my
hands. A moment later I had the zip down, and I gave a gentle
tug. Understanding this, Connor lifted his ass, let me pull his jeans down
to his knees. I leant back at this point, staring at the breathless,
panting teenager, as I took his jeans from him, leaving him in nothing but
tight bonds underwear, obscenely stretch by his hard cock, a dark mark
showing where his dick was leaking for me.

I glanced casually at Jake at this point. He was up on the lounge
now—perhaps he hadn't wanted his head to be at cock height for
Connor. His hand, which had been rubbing his crotch, paused briefly, his
tanned chest, more muscular than Connor's but still no match to me, rising
and falling as he panted softly. Maintaining eyesight with him, I leaned in
and began to mouth Connor's cock through his underwear, getting the
slightly salty taste of pre-cum as well as the slightly sweat must of an
active, healthy, lad. I stayed like that, tonguing and nuzzling and even
lightly biting Connor's dick through his underwear whilst his best mate,
straight as an arrow, met my eyes and rubbed his cock in appreciation.

I paused then, leaning my head on Conner throbbing meat, as I looked at
Jake. Quietly, intimately, I asked him, "Should I do it?"

"Do it?" His voice was husky, croaky.

"Should I suck your mate's dick?"

"That's... I mean... Connor should..."

"Three little words, Jakey. Suck his dick. Three little words and you give
a gift to you friend. Look at him. Do it."

Jake looked, as if helpless, and whatever he saw there made him
swallow. Without breaking eye contact he said, as if compelled. "Do it."

"Do what?"  "Suck him. Suck his dick, man."

`Suck his dick, man' I almost grinned, but didn't want Jake to think I was
mocking him. Leaning back, I gestured to Connor. "Problem is, his
underwear's in the way. Be a mate, and do something about that."

"I..."

"Please," Connor's first words. I looked at him, and he glanced at me, and
then back at Jake. "Please Jake."

Slowly, as if hypnotized, Jake moved forward on the lounge until he was
kneeling beside Connor. Then, as if asking for permission, he glanced at
me—so I nodded, smiling reassuringly. This seemed to be what he needed,
for he placed his hands on Conner's hip bones, almost rubbing him, though
carefully avoiding his dick. His fingers curled around the waistband of
Connor's underwear, as Connor raised his hips once more. Slowly then, he
pulled the underwear down. Connor's dick caught I the waistband briefly
before snapping free, so hard that it slapped his hard abs with a wet
noise. Connor gasped loudly.

Taking one leg off the lounge to brace on the floor, Jake slid his mates
underwear down slender, perfectly muscled legs, calves defined by what I
was certain were years of soccer—soccer just has a certain look on a
body—and lightly dusted in pale blonde hair. It was funny what, had I
seen it on a girl, would have turned me off, but here, on a boy, lit a fire
in my balls.

This move brought Jake almost face to face with me, holding Connor's wet,
pre-cum and spit darkened briefs. He swallowed noticeably and dropped them,
before falling back into the lounge. I smiled to him, the way you might to
someone who had held a door open for me, and moved back between Connor's
knees.

Connor was sitting up, his back away from the back rest, but as I took his
naked dick in my hand he leant back. One hand came up to rub at his chest,
and smiling at him, I ran the tip of my tongue across his piss slit,
tasting his pre-cum unobstructed for the first time. His moan, this time,
was something else, throaty and primal, and his hips twitched, pushing his
dick up toward my mouth, but I used my hand to push him back down.

Next, I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, rubbing its length
with my free hand. He was not a small lad, though nor was he huge. A pretty
little mouthful, Tom would have called it, and slowly, I did just that,
sliding the head of his dick into my mouth, tasting his musk, feeling the
iron hard core surrounded by soft, silky flesh. His moans intensified, and
I worried for a moment that he was going to cum. Taking his balls I yanked
on them softly—not hard enough cause him pain, but enough to make him
grunt, and step back from whatever climax had been approaching.

To give him a moment, I slid the head back out of my mouth, running my
tongue down the length of his cock, nearly to his pale, trimmed,
pubes. Then I ducked lower, taking his balls into my mouth, tasting the
fresh, clean sweat of his night at the club. More than anything I wanted to
pull free my own dick, but it was not time for that yet, Jake wasn't ready.

But Connor was perhaps a bit too ready, despite my efforts to slow him
down, so after one more playful swipe of my tongue over his head, I leant
back a bit to give his dick some air. Looking across at Jake, only to
discover he had his dick out, though he still wore his jeans—perhaps as
some sort of shield, though if jeans could be a shield, they were rather
flimsy ones. His dick, a bit longer than Connors, perhaps, but also a bit
skinnier, stood up through his zipper, out of a hole in his boxers. He
paused in jacking off, as if he had been caught red handed.

"You want some?" I asked, wondering whether he would take it to mean some
of my mouth or Connor's dick. He took the former, glancing at his dick and
then back to me. Finally he nodded.

"Lose the pants."

He swallowed, glanced at Connor, then back at me, and then slowly stood up,
his dick swaying from the movement. With some difficulty he forced his
rigid cock back through the hole in his boxers, and slowly pushed them both
down past his hips and then knees, stumbling a little to get his feet
out. Then, and this is when I knew I had him for sure, he kicked his jeans
and boxers away from him, and straightened to stand naked before us. I
looked at Connor then, who was gazing at Jake as if at a dream, glazy eyed
and smiling. His hand moved for his cock, but I gently pulled it away,
before nodding to the couch. "Here, sit next to Connor."

He did, not hesitating this time, and I moved between his legs, now the
only clothed person in the room. He opened his knees eagerly as I ran my
hands over the light dusting of dark hair on his knees and thighs. I
reached his waist, but purposefully avoided touching his angry-looking
dick, allowing my hands to freely explore his young, masculine chest. He
moaned softly when I began playing with his nipples, his dick twitching. I
looked across at Connor and smiled at him, and he gave me the most glorious
smile in return.

I leant forward, so that Jake would feel my hot breath on his, for all I
knew it, virgin cock. And paused, lightly breathing. After a moment I heard
what I was waiting for, I heard him softly beg, "Please."

Lightly, I ran the tip of my tongue across the head of his dick, and he
gasped. Taking it in my mouth, knowing he was uncut, and more sensitive
than Connor, I swirled my tongue around it, and felt the rug on the lounge
bunch as his hands clutched them rigidly, his pleasure so sweet it must be
close to pain. That was when I took him to the root, letting his curved
cock slide down into my throat until his wiry, dark pubes tickled my
nose. He gripped my head then, and patiently, and somewhat amused, I let
him fuck my throat for a few minutes, until his grip grew too tight. Then,
Like Connor, I gripped his balls, firmly, yet not hurting him, and pulled
down. He wanted to resist, wanted to keep fucking my face, but like horse
breaking to the reign, he slowly allowed my head back releasing me so I
could let his dick slide out of my mouth.

Leaning back, I looked at his disbelieving face, and smiled. "Good, no?"

"Fucking amazing."

"Ever had a girl who could do that?"

He flushed, and I knew then that despite his boyish good looks and ready
charm, this kid was a virgin. Not waiting for an answer, I nodded toward
Connor, "But look at Connor, all alone."

Jake was breathing rapidly, his skin glistening with a light sheen of
sweat. Looking almost as if he was fighting himself, though, he nodded and
said, "I suppose... I mean... you can suck Connor for a bit. It's only
fair."

"Nope, I think I want a break for a moment." And saying that, I flopped
back, lounging once more against the coffee table, grinning at the two
boys.

Jake's eyes grew a little wild then, and he shook his head. "I don't think
I could suck him." Then, rather sweetly, looked earnestly at Connor, "I'm
sorry man, I mean, I know it'd be fair, but I..."

"It's fine," I said, before Connor could. For a moment I think rational
thought rose in Connor's head once more, with all that nasty
loyalty. "Start with something small. Play with his nipples a bit or
something. You like that, don't you Connor?"

"Umm... yeah," Connor said, "I mean... if you want to."

Jake looked like he wanted to say no, but then, I really don't think anyone
could say no—not to that face. He nodded, slowly, and moved a little
closer. He moved his leg up onto the couch and when his knee brushed
Connor's, both boys jumped. Slowly, shaking a little, Jake began to rub
Connor's chest. It wasn't really in a sexy way, but it would do.

Softly I told Connor to start playing with himself, and his pale, but
surprisingly masculine hand, rose to fondle his cock, gently stroking it as
his best friend rubbed his nipples. His cock had softened a little during
the interlude, which was good considering how close he had been, but now it
began to harden once more, stiffing into that beautiful fuck-stick of joy.

I unbuckled my jeans for the first time that night, releasing the
fly. Because I always went commando, this allowed me to free my poor,
aching dick, with relative ease, and for a time I just sat there as one lad
rubbed his cock, whilst his straight friend slowly lost his reticence,
becoming more at ease, and by the look, more intrigued but the sounds his
friend was making. Softly, I told him to lean in and use is mouth. He
glanced at me uncertainly, and then at Connor, and then slowly moved in,
getting on his knees to give him access, and lowered his mouth to his
friend alabaster chest, his tongue, for the first time, tasting the flesh
and sweat of another boy.

Connor moaned at this, his dick back at full mast, and as if encouraged
Jake moved further around so he could suck the other nipple. This brought
his ass into view, the cheeks parted just enough that I thought I could see
a glimpse of his tiny rosebud. The two boys were fully into it now, Connor
jerking at a million miles an hour whilst Jake was sucking away at his
chest. His hand, I had noted, had snaked between his own legs and begun
pleasuring himself, and concerned once more this would end before it
should, I spoke, softly but firmly.

"Kiss him."

Both boys stopped. Jake slowly pulled back, but he didn't look at me. He
had eyes only for Connor, just as Connor only had eyes for him. Slowly,
Connor's hand rose from his dick, and though it must have been wet with his
pre-cum and what remained of my saliva, Jake didn't pull away as Connor
took his face in his hand. Slowly, but surely, Connor pulled Jake toward
him, and Jake allowed himself to be pulled.

Briefly, I noticed, the muscles in Jake's back when rigid as the two boys
lips touched, but after a moment they relaxed and Jake melted into the
kiss. For a time, I simply watched, not even touching myself, not wanting
to cheapen the moment. When they broke apart, again they simply remained
looking at each other, held by what ran between them. I let that go for a
moment, and then, softly but surely, I said, "Now give Connor what he
wants. What he needs."

Again, Jake didn't look at me, just at Connor, and then slowly he slid of
the lounge, moving between Connor's knees, his gaze locked with
Connor's. When he took Connor's dick in his hand, Connor, gasped. As he
slowly leant forward closer to the prize, Connor stopped him.

"You don't need to do this."

"I want to."

And then he did. From my angle I could not see as Jake slowly took Connor's
cock into his virgin mouth, but I could see the affect it had when Connor
sighed. Slowly, the boy's head began to bob up and down, and Connor moaned
and ran his hands through Jakes short, sweat dark hear, muttering, "Oh
fuck, Jake, oh fuck yes. Suck my fucking dick, man. Oh fuck."

But I had my own task, now, as much as I was enjoying giving this to
Connor. The night had been about a goal, a goal Tom decided on without me,
but somewhere along the line I had fallen into, and it began here.

Moving forward, I knelt behind the boy, and ran my hand over his fine, firm
ass. Jake stopped sucking then, and looked back at me with frightened eyes,
and I smiled reassuringly at him. "Relax, man, I'm not going to fuck
you. Not unless you ask me to." I grinned as if this was a joke, but he
didn't seem reassured, so I added, "Trust me, you will like this. Go back
to sucking your friend."

Slowly, clearly uncertain, he turned back to Connor. When his dark haired
head resumed its bobbing, I ducked in and licked across his asshole. The
taste was musty, though not as unpleasant as I always expected it to be
despite how many times I had done this. Jake's reaction though, was to
stiffen. Connor's was more pronounced. He jerked and pushed Jake's head off
his cock. "Fuck dude, you bit my dick."

"He licked my ass!" Jake said wildly, trying to move up and away, but
Connor caught and pulled him back.

Roughly, Connor said, "Then fucking enjoy it, and get back to blowing me
man."

Hearing Connor be this assertive made me smile, and so smile I resumed
rimming Jake, eating out his tight, virgin asshole.

"Come on dude," I heard Connor say, impatiently, and then I heard the
familiar slurping sound of a mouth on cock.

As I worked his tight asshole, I noticed Jake's dick, which had deflated,
was stiffening again. Soon he began to moan around his mouthful of cock,
which Connor seemed to appreciate. He jerked a little when I folded my
tongue and began to penetrate him with it, tongue fucking the lad, but
managed to avoid biting Connor's dick this time. He began to moan even
harder, his dick twitching as it hung between his legs, and his back
arching to force his ass out further. When I penetrated him with my first
finger, he didn't even flinch, though his asshole clamped around the digit
at the knuckle—a little movement back and forth slowly relaxed him until
I was able to slide my finger in and out of him with something like ease.

This was when I push a second finger into his tight, virgin hole. What he
was thinking at this point, I have no idea, but he seemed be enjoying the
penetration. I felt the moment my fingers touched his prostate because he
convulsed. He pulled his mouth off Connor's cock, and moaned, "holy fuck."

"Are you okay?" Connor asked, looking concerned. He darted me a look and
again I saw the steel in him, hidden behind his shy ways.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just—oh fuck!" I hit his prostate again.

"Ready for a third?" I asked.

"I think you should stop—" Connor began, but Jake cut him off.

"Yes, fuck yes."

He squirmed as I forced that third finger in, moaning and pressing his
sweaty head into Connor's fine abs. Connor was stroking his hair, still
looking worried, alternating between looking down at Jake and glaring at
me. But Jake's moans only grew louder, and after a moment I point out,
softly, "Connor's dick looks lonely Jake."

And he nodded. And he forced himself back. And he took his mates drooping
cock back in his mouth, quivering each time I plucked that sweet cord
inside his ass. After a time, Connor settled back, though he still seemed a
little unhappy. So I gave him what he wanted; I pulled my fingers out of
his friend's ass.

Jake made a wordless sound of protest, as he pulled off Connor's shiny
cock, and looked at me. I returned the look levelly, and said as calmly as
I could, "Can I fuck you?"

"Jake..." Connor said uneasily.

But Jake, straight boy Jake, drew a breath, and in something approaching
his normal cocky attitude, he said, "Yeah, mate, just... take it slow."

I nodded solemnly—after all Jake was offering me his virginity. It was a
thing to be solemn about. Turning I pulled a small drawer in the coffee
table out, and pulled lube and some condoms from it. The way Jake's eyes
widened said he hadn't spared a thought to that, and I made a note to have
chat with him after—I mean, if you open a door for someone, you gotta
make sure they walk safely through it.

Tearing the condom open with my teeth, I slid it on to my aching
hardon. Jake, I noticed, was now staring at it with something like
horror. Second thoughts, likely, so I told him softly to start sucking
Connor again, and after a moment, he did. Carefully, I greased my pole, and
then his ass, using my fingers to push the lube deep into him. Not wanting
to stretch out his moment of anticipation into real fear, I placed the tip
of my dick at his asshole, and gently, but firmly, pushed the head into
him, restraining my instinct to just drive my dick balls deep. He grunted
around Connor's dick, and lifted free to rest his forehead on his mates
abs, panting. I waited, the tightness of his ring almost impossible to
resist, and yet resist it I did.

When I felt him begin to relax I started making slow, small movements of my
hips, easing him to the feel of a dick in his ass, and slowly edging my
cock further and further in. When it was about halfway, he moaned, asking
if it was in yet. I told him `almost', still gently rocking my hips back
and forth, and added that he should push out, like taking a shit.

Finally, what seemed like an eternity later, probably to both of us, his
ass surrendered to the invader, and I felt my hips touching his cheeks. I
felt his hand groping around, and guided it so he could feel the root of my
embedded cock in his ass lips. He moaned a little in disbelief.

"Ready for it to start feeling amazing?" I asked as I began a proper fuck,
pulling out and pushing back in again. He grunted with each stroke, though
I was still being gentle.

As I continued something in the grunts changed—they became longer,
turned into moans. Only then did I meet Connor's look, and as I expected he
was frowning—even glaring at me. As Jake's moans grew louder and longer,
I mouthed `you see, he likes it', and Connor shook his head, at the exact
same moment Jake moaned, `oh fuck yes!'

"You like that?" I asked, long dicking him.

"Yes, fuck yes."

"Tell me you like it."

"I fucking like it, okay. Fuck it feels like a lightning bolt is shooting
from my ass to my dick."

"Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"Fuck off," he snarled.

"Come on," I slapped ass lightly, playfully. "Tell me, and I'll make it
even better."

"Fuck," he muttered, and then, "fuck, fuck, fuck," in time with my
strokes. Reaching across I grabbed his sweat hair and pulled his head back.

"Tell me!"

"I want you to fuck me!" he screamed, "oh fuck, I want you to fuck me
harder."

And so I did, pushing small of his back down to make sure I was hitting his
prostate. I could feel from the tightness of his ring that he was close, so
I leaned in, moulding my chest to the contours of his muscular back,
sliding my hand under and across to grab his ridged pec muscle, my hips
flexing to maintain the urgency of our fuck. We were both moaning now, a
combined song that was profoundly masculine, singularly male.

Then I pull us both back, on our knees, my chest to his back, our sweat
slicking the contact to something exquisite, the movement of my hips never
faulting. Connor was staring at us with amazement on his face, not even
touching his rock hard dick, so caught up in us. Almost harshly I gave my
last command. "Suck him!"

Connor moved as if in a dream, and for a moment I thought he'd be too late,
for I could not slow my fucking of this boy. But we both held in there, and
I watched as Jake's ridged, angry looking dick disappeared into his
friend's mouth. He moaned, grasping Connor's head in his hands, forcing his
dick deeper, and Connor gagged a little, but did not try to shy away. I bit
Jake's neck in that moment, lightly, and Jake moaned, his hand darting up,
bending back to grab my head, his mouth turning instinctively to mine, and
we kissed, hard and dirty, and in that moment I felt his ass clench like
iron as he deposited his cum Connor's hungry mouth. That was too much for
me, and my hand raked down Jake's pec, leaving claw marks, as I drove my
cock hard into his no-longer-virgin ass, filling the condom with my
seed. For a moment we hung like that, the only movement being Connor's
throat as he struggled to swallow Jake's load.

Then, as he eased his mouth off Jake's still angry looking monster, Jake
seemed to melt into me, and my arm, which had been holding him to me, was
now more holding him up. Carefully I slid my still mostly hard cock out of
the former virgin, and lifted him gently into my arms, carrying him around
Connor to lay him out long ways on the lounge, before stepping back. Jake's
eyes fluttered, and slowly opened, and it was only then that I realised
that he had actually passed out with the force of his orgasm.

Sleepily, he blinked, then looked at me, and then at Connor, and smiled,
almost sheepily. "Fuck me."

I refrained from the obvious joke, and asked him if he was okay, and he
propped himself up on one arm and nodded, adding, "That was fucking
intense, though."

"It was," I agreed, looking at Connor, who nodded. Eying him, I added,
"Connor hasn't cum yet."

"Oh," Jake said, stirring a little more. "I mean, I guess I could give you
head or something, if you give me a moment to recover."

Connor hesitated, but then smiled, "No, it's cool, I'll finish myself."

"Connor, don't be a prat," I said. "Ask him."

"Ask me?" Jake said, "ask me what?"

"I just... It's just, I've always wanted... I mean..."

"You want to fuck me?" Jake eyes widened. "Wait, you've always—"

"Jake, don't be a dick. Let your mate fuck you."

"No, it's fine." Connor was on his feet, moving for his jeans, though his
cock was still hard as a rock. "I'll just—"

"Connor!" Jake cut in, and Connor froze staring at him. "Connor, you can
fuck me if you want."

"What?"

"You can fuck me." Jake wiped a hand across his mouth, and glanced at
me. "I mean, I don't know if this will be regular thing or what, but
here... tonight. Mate, my ass is yours any way you want it."

"Missionary," I stated firmly, and the two boys looked at me. I nodded,
picked up a condom, and flicked it to Connor. "Trust me."

Slowly, fumbling a little, Connor tore open the tiny packet. He hesitated
again, looking at Jake, and as if in answer Jake rustled himself more
firmly onto his back, bending his legs so the formed triangles with the
mattress. His shiny dick, as impossible as it seemed, looked to be plumping
up again, and I shook my head as I slowly pulled the used condom off my
dick.

Connor managed to get his condom on, but then seemed unsure what to
do. "Connor," I sighed, "Fuck him. Now."

Connor nodded, as if gathering his courage, and moved between Jake's legs,
as his friend spread them and lifted them, exposing his well fucked
asshole, and moving in Connor half fell, his pale hand large and
unmistakeably male against Jake's firm, tanned chest. Taking his dick in
his hand, he placed it at Jake's hole, as Jake wrapped his legs around
Connor's waist as if to draw him in, and in he did go. I heard Jake's
breath catch clearly as Connor's dick slid into him, and Connor hunched
forward, his face lowering so he was cheek to cheek with Jake. They stayed
like that for a long moment, and then slowly Connor straightened so he
could like into Jake's eyes. What he saw there made him smile, and then
lean in. As the two young men began to kiss, Connor's hips began to move as
he slowly began fucking his friend, which was when I decided to leave them
to it. Some acts were too intimate for a witness.

Leaving the games room, I found Tom in the kitchen, casually drinking a
beer. He quirked an eyebrow at me as I walked up to him, and I flicked the
used condom at him, catching him square in the chest.

"Disgusting," he remarked, as he pulled the condom off and put it in the
trash. "Have fun?"

"They better not see you here."

He shrugged. "I was about to head off to work anyway, it's nearly 5, you
know."

Five? Fuck. I glanced back at the games room, and sighed. "You're a real
bastard, you know that."

"Oh? Then tell me those two aren't fucking tenderly and lovingly in there?"

"You think we turned the straight?" I asked. "You should know better."

"Dude, those two had mad boners for each other from the first moment I saw
them. I just had you play a little civic duty and show them."

"I'm telling you, just cause Jake got his rocks off with a dude, it doesn't
change anything. Didn't with you, did it?"

"No," he said, as distantly I heard Jake moaning Connors name, "but then, I
was actually straight."

With that, he winked, and then ambled of the kitchen, leaving me naked and
oddly infuriated. Everything was a game to him? Well, so be it. He'd taught
me how to play tonight, and it was time the odds turned.