Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 18:13:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Eros Zob <ofvenus@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Game 1

Disclaimer: The following story is, for the most part, a work of fiction.
None of the characters are meant to represent any real specific people.
The following material deals with sexual situations involving homosexual
acts.  Other situations include bondage, domination, and various other, if
not all sexual fetishes.  It is not recommended that this material be
viewed by persons under the age of 18 or anyone else who does not wish to
read a story involving acts of homosexual sex.


The Game

by Eros


Chapter 1
 Technical Difficulties--


Jake paced back and forth, trying to look natural.  He was failing at it.
The sign on the door next to him was explicit: "Faculty Only."  That sort
of thing never phased Brad though.  Rules and regulations were more
guidelines to his kind.  Suggestions, if you will, like a stop-sign in a
mall parking lot.  A random student at their school might assume Jake and
Brad were of the same kind.  They dressed the same.  They listened to the
same music.  They hated the same people.  And they were both perpetually
adorned with their one single prize possession, a skateboard.  Skaterboys,
they were labeled, by the throngs of teenage girls who would never think of
dating them, but secretly found them adorable.  They were different because
they chose to be.  And they were reviled, and esteemed for it at the same
time.  They were an alternative form of what the 80s called punk, but with
better hair, and music with lyrics you could discern.

The side door to the school library was typically a place where a short row
of TVs on tall metal push carts might be found afterschool.  It was the
entrance to the storage room which housed all of the school's portable
technology.  Since it was the last hour of the day, and none of the
teachers had returned them yet, the hall was vacant.  Except for a grungy
slightly bruised young sophomore loitering about.  Jake was a watch guard
today.  It was a position he knew all to well.  A muffled grunt broke the
silence of the hallway.  It was coming from the TV room.

A month ago Brad and Miles had devised a bet between each other.  Whoever
could wack off in more restricted areas of the school by the end of the
year wins.  Today was the second to last day of school.  Brad didn't like
losing, so this was his second time today.  Somehow Jake had been elected
judge and official record keeper for the bet, but also, guard.

Suddenly the door burst open.  Out popped Brad, with his trademarked grin.
He had scraggly, slightly curly black hair and a darker complexion than
Jake, who's hair was nearly blond.

"Well..." he announced, "looks like we might get a DVD player next school
year, cause VCR #8 just had an unfortunate accident.

"You jizzed in the VCR?" Jake snorted, holding back a chuckle.

Brad's grin was his answer.

"Sick"

"Go check it out score keeper!" Brad said while patting his friend on the
back, he reveled in the fact that he could show off his handiwork.

Jake rolled his eyes and stepped into the room. Following along a row of
TVs he got to number 8.  He immediately saw signs of abuse.  The door flap
to the VCR was slightly moist.  Out of curiosty he reached down and pushed
the flap inward.  Inside he discovered a huge wad of skater spunk.  It
trailed deep into the back of the machine.  Jake giggled at Brad's creative
destruction, and sprinted back to the door.

"Yer fuckin' sick man" Jake said emerging from the forbidden room with a
smile on his face.

"I know...can't wait to tell Miles" Brad mentioned as they headed for their
lockers "How many is he up to now?"

"I'm not tellin' till tommorrow..."

"You commin' over tonight to play pool?"

"Yup"



Chapter 2
 A spark of Inspiration--


Brad had a pool table because his dad was rich, a doctor even, but Brad had
a ping pong table because his dad felt guilty for the divorce.  He was a
better doctor than he was a dad, unfortunately.  It probably bothered Brad,
and his little brother that his mom left, but you'd never know.  He had the
house to himself most of the time and the nicest skateboard Jake had ever
seen.

When Jake arrived Miles, was already downstairs.  He knew because he
overheard the tale end of their conversation.

"yeah...yer right!" boomed Miles.

Jake popped his head into the room to see Brad and Miles at the pool table,
appearing as if they'd reached some final resolution.  Miles was less
shaggy than Jake and Brad.  He'd recently cut his hair short, and dyed
parts of it blond.  He had finer features than the other two, and being
captain of the soccer team gave him an unusual amount of popularity for a
skaterboy.  But, despite the hair change, and the working out, he hadn't
turned his back on his skater buddies.  He was still as passionate about it
as he ever was.

"Whazzup Jake?" Miles offered, "We were just talkin' about you"

Brad took over, "Yeah, we decided you're gonna be in on our bets from now
on"

"Oh yeah?" Jake said pretending he wasn't a little scared of the concept.

"Yeah, we came up with a game." Miles grinned, his smiles were less
frequent than Brad's, it always took you by surprise.  "It's based on a
dare everyone has to do, the winner gets to decide the loser's fate."

"Should make for an interesting summer" Jake responded, half sarcastically.
He'd learned long ago that being a skater meant keeping things real.  Being
cool was something that could be faked, but being real was a character
trait above all.  It was infallibly better than cool, and seemingly
impossible to fake.  And so Jake might have been the first human in
existance to do so.  On the outside he was interested and willing.  On the
inside he was terrified of both of them.  Brad was nuts, visibly crazy.
Jake knew Brad could come up with some twisted shit.  Miles on the other
hand was quieter, he never turned down a dare with Brad and always held his
own.  The quietness almost scared Jake more.

"So yer in?  Whatever the consequences, or yer a pussy" spoke Brad.  He
stared at Jake with his crazy eyes.  It meant he was serious and absolutely
expected utter compliance.

"Sure"

"Cool!  Here's yer candle"

Brad handed me a dark purple candle that his mom had no doubt left behind.
They had similar ones in hand.  He then pulled out his trusty lighter and
lit them all.  After setting them on three separate stools he wriggled out
of his shirt and began unzipping his pants.  Miles was taking his shirt
off.  Jake stared at them in confusion.

Giggling with excitement, but with serious eye-contact Brad explained,
"Keep yer nuts three inches over the flame.  Last one to pull away wins."

"What a fuckin' freak," was all Jake had going through his mind.  But who
was crazier the nut job that came up with it, or the losers that followed
along with it?  Jake slipped out of his shirt too.

Miles had been working out, it was clear.  Jake remembered last summer at
the beach they had all been skinny nobodies.  But a year had passed and all
three of the boys were growing into their bodies well.  Miles' was still
thin, from running back and forth on the soccer field, but his tight body
was subtly muscled now.  He didn't appear to have an ounce of fat on him.
Looking at his shirtless torso one's eyes were immediately drawn to the cut
stomach muscles that formed ridged lines down into his pants.  He had
strong arms for a soccer player, but there was a reason he was captain, he
was in peak shape.

Brad on the other hand had not spent much time working out.  He had a
naturally thin physique.  His abs were visible and his torso was lean, but
his complexion was darker than the other two.  His boyishness was growing
out of him and he almost appeared to be a man now.  His darker hair color
brought more attention to the tuft of pubes trailing downward from his
navel.

Finally Jake.  He was the palest of the the three, but he had a good body.
He still appeared to be a boy, however, he had an innocent gaze to his
eyes.  He was as skinny as Brad, but didn't spend much time working out.
His stomach was flat and his blond hair made for a barely visible treasure
trail.

Now naked, Jake was having difficulties with where to aim his gaze.  He
couldn't help but catch glimpses of the other two's bodies.  They'd changed
since last summer, all of them.  He caught a glimpse of Brad's dick.  It
was huge, he thought, big enough to gag a VCR.  He had never noticed it
before, but Brad was uncircumcized.  He didn't know why he'd never noticed
it.  I guess it's just not something a guy necessarily notices upon
accidentally glancing at another guys cock.  When they were younger Jake
had seen both of them naked a handful of times, and never thought anything
of it, but now things seemed different.  He was amazed at how much they had
all grown.

"Step up fuckers" announced Brad.

"This is gonna suck" mentioned Miles.

The three young sophomores eased themselves over the wooden stools beneath
them.  The candles sent wafts of a waxy odor up their bodies.

"Three inches.  Any higher and yer out" Brad reminded them.

At first the pain was unbearable.  Then Jake glanced at the others and
noticed Miles and Jake were lifting their penises out of the way.  It was
the last place they wanted a sunburn.  Jake followed suit.  He quickly
snatched his dick upwards and out of the heat of the flame below.  It still
hurt.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck..." Brad was slowly dancing over his flame, with a wide
grin.  He'd occasionally steal looks at the others to make sure they were
still in position.  He didn't care if he was "checking other guys packages
out."  He was gonna call them on it if they moved up even an inch.  Then he
accidentally let his focus slip and dipped down for a second, searing a few
pubic hairs in the candle flame.  "OOOWW FUCK!" he yelled repositioning
himself.  The others laughed at him.

The sharp heat felt increasingly hotter as the seconds eased by.  Each boy
was now eyeing the others wishing above all for them to pull out as soon as
possible.  But the competitive nature of this sort of endeavor mixed with
the open ended consequences was going to make for a painful ball roast.

Miles felt like his balls were boiling in his scrotum, but he was too
affraid to let Brad win.  He'd tough it out.  Finally Jake's face began
contorting like he was having an orgasm.  The other two looked him up and
down from balls to face and back again, waiting for the inevitable forfeit.
His smooth slightly muscled frame was tensing up, and finally Jake pulled
off.

"Shit, Fuck, Owww!"  screamed the blond skater as he pulled back out of the
warmth of the candle.  He rubbed his balls profusely.  The pain wasn't
worth it for him.  Brad and Miles smiled at each other, they had both
guessed that Jake would be the first, he was new to their dares.

Suddenly the pain was all they could concentrate on.  Jake looked on while
his two best friends fidgeted over the burning pain in their ballsac.  Brad
scrunched his face up and began breathing erratically, while Miles simply
closed his eyes and tried to ignore it.  Finally Brad pulled out.

"FUCK!  DAMN that hurts!" he yelled.

Miles looked relieved as he pulled away from the burning candle, and pulled
his boxers back up.  He had a mild concern in the back of his head.  He
hoped his pain wasn't all for not.  He knew, deep down, that Brad would
never back out of a bet, or a dare, but Jake was new at it.  Technically he
deserved a worse punishment for being the first.

"Ok, now let's see.  I'll be right back." Miles grinned, before darting off
towards a room in the back of the basement.  It was Aaron's room, Brad's
little brother.  He never came down when the boys were there, because he
knew Brad would beat the shit out of him.  All the same Brad's little
brother looked up to him.  He was gonna be a skater too.  He also had a
talent for soccer.  One day he hoped to be on the same team as Brad's
friend Miles who he also looked up to.  He was in 8th grade now, two years
younger, and had just left earlier that evening to stay with his mom for
the week.  Miles returned with something behind his back.

"You first Brad" began Miles barely able to speak through his smile.  "Five
minutes, with this over yer face" He then revealed his surprise to the
boys.  It was a small formerly white, and never washed, used jock strap.
Aaron's jock strap, the one he used for soccer at middle school.  Brad was
going to have his little brother's dirty jock strapped to his face for five
minutes.  His ever present smile vanished.

"Mother Fucker" he looked up at Miles waiting for the joke to end.  But
Miles was serious.  Jake was trying not to giggle, but doing a bad job.

A sideways I'm-screwed-smile crept over his mouth and all he could say was,
"fuck..."  He thought for a moment, then reached his arm out to accept the
unwanted thing.

"I'll put it on for ya" Miles said.  Then he jumped behind the naked
highschooler, and slipped the soiled strap upside down over Brad's face.
He positioned the cup directly over Brad's nose and mouth like a gas mask.
"Keep yer hands behind yer back too" he added, then walked over to Jake who
was watching Brad's eyes squint at the stench in his face.  He couldn't
help but inhale the aroma of his own little brother's crotch.  It smelled
like he had sweat and/or pissed a gallon of his own fluids into the small
young-adult sized nut guard.  It fit tightly over his face.  He had slowed
his breathing but then suddenly inhaled deeper sucking the fabric into his
mouth.  He instantly spit it out.  The taste was foul and grimy.  If Aaron
was home now and accidently walked down stairs he would see a sight that
he'd be able to hold over his older brother's head for years.  It was
unfortunate that he was gone.

"Now your turn.  Yer gonna wish those candles were scented man." Miles
warned as he grinned at Jake who was sitting on the small wooden stool
wearing only his boxers and jeans.  "Five minutes right here" with that
said, Miles pulled the elastic of his blue boxershorts out from his tight
stomach and let it snap back against his waist.  Jake's eye's bugged out.
What did he mean by that?

Brad, hearing the news, began laughing inside his brother's jock.  He
inhaled the fumes of his brother's crotch and once again tasted the fabric
that had soaked up his younger siblings nut oil.  He gagged slightly.

Then without explanation, or a pause for contemplation, Miles reached his
hand out around Jake's head, stepped in front of him, and pulled the boy's
face into his groin.  Out of instinct Jake tried to pull back, but Miles'
forceful grasp held him in place.  He pulled Jake's face closer and closer
until finally the poor guy's nose was sandwiched between the soccer studs
boxer-covered balls.  He could feel Miles' limp penis along the left side
of his face.  The tip of which, though covered in blue fabric, rested right
next to Jake's lips.  It was the most intimate position he'd ever been in.
Especially with another boy.  Brad watched in amazement as Jake was forced
to inhale the live odor of his friends crotch.  Miles rubbed the skaters
face from side to side grinding his lips and nose into his ballsac.  It
felt good.  The soccer star closed his eyes and let out a small moan,
though no one heard it.

Miles had gotten pretty close to having sex with a girl once, but he'd
never had this much attention on his cock before.  Jake suddenly felt a
pulse on the left side of his face.  He knew what it meant.  The cock
resting on his cheek was stirring a little, coming to life.

"Sniff it, loser" commanded Miles from above.

Not knowing what was meant to be a joke anymore, Jake complied.  He inhaled
the musky scent of Mile's crotch.  Miles' eyes opened wide and glanced at
Brad who was still being bothered by the dirty jockstrap bound to his mouth
and nose.  The two made eye contact.  Without a word Miles communicated to
Brad that Jake had just willingly sniffed his nutsac.

Jake felt the cock along his face stirring again.  It was stiffening.
Miles' continued rubbing the half naked skater's face into himself, up and
down now.  His cock flopped upward giving Jake a new position for his face.
His nose was now a point over which his tormentor's cock bounced up and
down.  He was getting harder and harder.  Miles' suddenly repositioned
himself so that his back was to Brad.  For some reason he didn't want Brad
seeing him get hard.  It was kind of embarrassing, yet it felt too good to
stop.  The time was nearing it's end.  Then, with more privacy, Miles'
again rubbed Jake's face along the side of his erected dick.  A spot
appeared on the boxers.  Jake was dizzy with confused excitement.  He
didn't know if it was wrong to be enjoying this.  It was exhilarating to be
a part of another boys pleasure.  His lips passed over the dampened spot of
pre-cum, and for a second Jake tasted the saltiness of Miles' spunk.  He
was lost in mindlessness.  Then at the most vulnerable edge of orgasm Brad
called time, removing his brother's dirty jock from his face.

Miles', almost shocked, looked down at Jake with what might have been
guilt.  Jake peered up at him.  Then snapping back into reality he reached
for his jeans and pulled them on as quickly as possible.  He had to hide
the stain, he had to hide his boner.  Neither of them knew what Brad would
think of it.  While he slipped his jeans back on Jake couldn't help but
stare at the hard on bouncing inside Miles' blue boxers.  He stuffed it to
one side and zipped up.

Brad broke the silence "That was...Fuck...Yer gonna get it next time
fucker!"

Miles smiled back at Brad with deviance, at that moment he snapped back
into the skaterboy he was.  He instantly forgot about the near orgasm he
just had that would have ended up all over his buddies face.  He was just a
horny teenager again that had won a dirty bet with his friends.

"You name the time and the place, I'll be there to beat ya" returned the
soccerboy.

"Tomorrow, bitch" Brad answered, his smile renewed.  Then he tossed the
jockstrap back to Miles.  "You better put that back where ever you found
it, he'll get pissed if he thinks I've fucked with his stuff.  Miles,
grinning, and headed for Aaron's room.

Brad looked down at Jake who was dazed.  "How was YOUR crotch sniff?"

"Fuckin' nasty," It was probably a lie, "He's dead tomorrow"

Miles opened Aarons bedroom door.  It was a mess.  Laundry strewn
everywhere.  He headed for the boy's gym bag next to his dresser. That's
where he had gotten the strap.  Then suddenly he remembered his own
condition.  His erection was still obscenely protruding to the left side of
his pants.  He was surprised Brad didn't see it.  He needed to take care of
it before returning.  But it was kind of a strange place to take care of
such a thing.  Your best friend's little brother's room.

He looked around for something to do it in.  He had to hurry.  Then quickly
snatching up the first article of clothing that already appeared dirty
Miles found himself holding an 8th grader's dirty pair of tighty whities.
If he wanted to be a skater, Miles thought, he'd need to switch to boxers
anyway.

He quickly unzipped his pants and slipped his chunk of hard meat into
Aaron's dirty undies.  It wouldn't take long.  Jake's face had practically
put him over the edge anyway.  He pumped a few times, then suddenly he let
out an uncontrollable moan.  With that he spurted jet after jet of hot
skater-spunk into Aaron's underwear.  When he had finished they were
dripping with cum.  Miles knew it would dry up before the kid came home, it
was just wierd to think of jizzing in another boy's undies.  He wadded them
up and tossed them in the corner.

The boys were still being sore losers when he returned, more relaxed.
Miles chuckled at their threats.  But he was really more relieved that Jake
hadn't mention the erection.

"Yeah yer fucked tomorrow..." announced Jake, trying to sound tough.

"And no fuckin' chestnut roast next time, you gotta come up with something
better" added Brad, feeling stupid for nearly burning his balls off.

"No problem."


To Be Continued...

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