Date: Mon, 3 May 1999 01:16:08 EDT
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: TKE, Chapter 7

Chapter 7:  Our First Two-Time Loser

I didn't play Wales Tales for a couple of weeks.  One of the weekends we had
a three-day school holiday, so I went home.  I spent the weekend with a
couple of close friends of mine, guys I'd gone to high school with.  We
traded stories, of course.  I'd had a relatively celibate semester if all of
their stories were true.

I knew Mark's stories probably were.  I knew for a fact that he'd blown the
entire first-string football team (I had done half of them myself), and most
of the second-string team.  He was REALLY into big, beefy, sweaty guys.  Mark
had also done two of the three coaches.  And that was just in the fall!  Mark
went to college and got his dream job-equipment manager for the football team
at one of the Big Ten schools.  I was SURE he'd spent more time on his knees
there than a devout Catholic!

As for Daryl, my other buddy, I guessed he was getting it, but not often.  I
liked Daryl; I'd been his first in many ways:  first to blow him, first to
fuck him, first to get blown by him (he'd improved with practice, I might
add).  Daryl never did fuck me; he wasn't into that sort of thing back then.
I doubted he would let himself do as much as he said he had.  Daryl was,
however, the first of us to come home from school with a boyfriend, a really
nice guy, so what Daryl lacked in quantity he made up for in quality.  They
stayed together, by the way, for three years.

Anyway, that was the first weekend.  The second weekend I spent at Brad's; I
think I told you about him.  Brad was three or four years older than me.
Actually, I'd been friends in high school with his brother, study mates, not
fuck buddies.  That was until I'd discovered that Brad had the same interest
in cocks that I did.

Time with Brad was always exciting and different and unexpected.  Brad's dad
had connections, so both Friday and Saturday nights we went to cool concerts.
 In between we sucked, fucked, and smoked dope.  Brad was crazy, and he'd
gotten into piercing in a big way.  He had a PA, and of course both tits were
pierced.  He'd gotten a scrotum ladder since the last time I'd seen him.
Five golden rings pierced the skin of his sac on the underside, in a neat
line running up towards his perineum.  I went with him on Saturday when he
got a guiche.  I was almost tempted to get one myself, but decided against it
at the last minute.  I guess I wasn't QUITE stoned enough.

After that weekend I was glad to get back to school; it took me until Tuesday
'til I felt like I was back to my normal, straight-well, un-stoned-self.  And
when Jeff, of all people, invited me to play Tales the next Friday, I was
ready.  In fact, I didn't beat off Wednesday or Thursday to make sure I was
full of juice for the game.

Friday night came, and I found myself, up in Jeff and Vance's room, slightly
buzzed from a couple of beers.  Well, maybe the joint I'd had earlier in the
evening had something to do with it.  My crotch was also freshly showered and
shaved; if someone was going to blow me I didn't want any hair getting in the
way.  I'm like that.  Thoughtful.

Jeff and Vance were there, of course.  Let me describe these roommates to
you, in case you're joining our story late.  Jeff was tall and lanky, and
looked a little goofy, but was really smart.  He had a friendly face on top
of a muscular body.  He had large tits and a moderately hairy chest, with a
defined treasure trail pointing towards his enormous cock.  I'd seen Jeff
naked the last time we'd played Tales; his cock grew from seven inches soft
to maybe 10 inches hard.  It jutted out from a matching huge thatch of pubic
hair.  Jeff's sport was water polo, and he looked great in bathing trunks.
Jeff was a junior; he'd been in my pledge class.

Vance, Jeff's roommate, was a freshman.  He was small, only 5'6" (Vance
insisted he was 5'6-1/2") but had a great body.  Vance was a gymnast, so his
arms were enormous.  His legs were gorgeous, too, the work of many hours
spent practicing floor exercises.  Vance was blond, fair-skinned, and just
about hairless.  Vance's most prominent feature (after his chest, I thought,
which I'd gladly lick for an hour or two) was his enormous balls.  I'd never
had the chance to suck on those lovely eggs-yet.  More's the pity; I found
out later that HE had a crush on me, and Tales had given him the perfect
excuse to see ME naked and to give me a blow job.

Ford was there, too.  Ford was the epitome of a jock.  He looked like one.
He dressed like one (always in a jock strap and athletic shoes of some kind
(I think he even wore a jock to bed, but that could just have been a rumor).
He could have bedded just about any girl on campus (and often did).  Ford was
around 6' tall, with hair hanging just over his collar, and a neat goatee.  A
vee-shaped chest with just a patch of hair between his tits announced his
natural athleticism.  Ford was cut, maybe 6" hard, with nice balls (even
nicer when they were hairless, which they often were when I was around).
Ford wasn't gay, he just liked getting his cock sucked, even if it meant
getting his ass fucked in return.

I'd seen Ford in the shower earlier, so I knew he would be playing Tales with
us.  Ford had me shave his balls and trim his pubes in preparation for
Midnight Madness later that night (more about this in its proper time).  Of
course I had to taste Ford's balls when I was done shaving them; how else do
you find out whether you've missed any spots?  I hadn't, but kept sucking on
them while Ford washed his hair.  I only stopped when I heard someone coming
into the bathroom.  I barely made it to my feet and my own shower before the
curtain opened and Dave came in to take his shower.  Dave was VERY straight,
a sophomore and already affianced, now happily married and with four or five
kids.  And no, I never did him.


And me?  I'm around 5'11", with a lithe body, brown hair, green eyes, cute
dimples and can't grow a moustache to save my life.  My cock is 4" and 7"
soft and hard, respectively, with a nice heft.  And I'd had a neat doctor
when I'd been cut, the scar was perfectly straight and lined up in the right
place.  My most notable feature is my balls, which are both large and low
hanging.  I love having them played with, both hard and soft (get the
pun?)-sucked gently, squeezed pretty hard, weighted, worshipped.  I'm yet to
try electricity or pumping; both are on my wish list (I know if I hang around
Brad and some of HIS friends and I'll surely get my chance.)

So, that's our cast of characters: Jeff and Vance, roommates but never fuck
buddies; Ford, the jock and stud; and me, big-balled and well read (and a
good writer, so I've been told).

Vance lit up a joint of the dope he'd bought from me that afternoon.  We were
passing it around when there was a knock on the door.  It was Randy, late as
usual.  Jeff locked the door behind him; we were five players that evening.
An okay bunch; I'd only made it with three of them, and none of them would I
kick out of bed.

I supposed I should describe Randy, since you've met the rest of us.  Randy
looked Aryan-blond, blue-eyed, muscular, 5'10", 170 pounds plus or minus.
Randy had an unremarkable cock and balls, but a very remarkable ass.  His
cheeks were rounded as two cantaloupes, hiding what looked like a tight,
virginal asshole (well, since he was smooth down there, one COULD see it.  At
least it LOOKED tight and virginal).

Jeff had thoughtfully brought up not one but two pitchers of beer (there were
five of us, after all) and some plastic cups, so we spent some time drinking
and psyching ourselves up for the 'Tales game.  Another joint helped us to
get ready-after all, we had to get Randy stoned too.  What more could one ask
of a weekend?  Good beer, good dope, and an evening of good sex ahead.

Our game followed the usual progression.  Vance and I had decided
independently that we were after Randy that evening.  If he lost to Vance,
he'd be down in front of him sucking him off.  If he lost to ME, he be on his
back getting his brains fucked out (that seemed to be the rule; the first
time you lost to someone you gave him a blow job, the second time he got to
fuck you.  So far, no one I'd been playing with had ever won-or lost-twice
from the same guy.  That would change if Randy lost tonight; he'd already
blown both Ford and me.)  After fifteen rounds or so, with time out for
another joint, Randy was losing big time.  He had quickly lost both shoes and
socks, and his shirt had soon followed.  Actually, Jeff was losing as badly,
he'd just lost his own shirt.  Ford was minus his shoes and socks.  Vance
still had one sock on, and I had both of mine on, having only lost my shoes.

I decided I needed to piss, what with all the beer I'd drunk earlier in the
evening and in Jeff's room.  I declared, "Princing out.  I have to piss."
One "princes in" to join the game, and "princes out" to leave it, even
temporarily.

They all looked at me.  Then Randy, the bastard, said, "Hey, if you're
princing out, you have to take something off."  It was customary that when
you princed out, you finished your glass of beer.  Since we weren't playing
for beers, a piece of clothing seemed to be the appropriate prize for leaving.

I took off one of my socks.  Then I took off the other (so I wouldn't be
wandering around the frat house wearing only one sock) and said, "I'm taking
this off for the next time I lose."  I then got up from my seat and started
to leave the room.

Vance then stood up, and shucked his remaining sock.  "I have to go, too," he
explained.  Ford took off his shirt-god, what a physique-and made to join us
on our journey to the pissery.

Jeff looked at Randy; they both had only three things on, belt, pants, and
underwear.  I knew JEFF had to piss badly, I'd seen the way he'd been
guzzling down the beer.  Jeff said, "I'll go if you go."  Randy said, "Okay,"
so they both took off their belts.  Now they were both even with only their
pants and underwear on.  But at least they could both go piss.  So off the
five of us went, in varying states of undress, to relieve ourselves of one
liquid which comes from the penis, so we could get back to the business of
relieving ourselves, or should I say, having SOMEONE ELSE relieve us, of the
OTHER liquid which comes from the penis.

We got back to Jeff and Vance's room, and Vance lit up another joint.  Ford
and I passed; we couldn't be too stoned for the Midnight Madness show.
Vance, Randy, and Jeff smoked, though, while Ford and I just sat there,
mellowing out from the nice evening, dope, beer, and hot sex to come.
Finally the joint was gone, so we could get back to the serious business at
hand, namely getting our rocks off.

Since Randy had princed out last, we decided he would start off.  It was not
a good decision-for him-since he called out, "Seeing three and the prince,
and...."  It was Ford who first pointed his elbow at Randy (remember, it's
not polite to point), and said, "Drink for only seeing three of us."

Randy said, "Shit.  Fuck."  Then looked at us as the four of us looked back
at him.  Randy stood up and took off his pants.  I surreptitiously glanced at
Vance, he was actually licking his lips as Randy slid his jeans down,
exposing skimpy underwear (Was he wearing that for us?  Or because he thought
it made him look hot to chicks?  Or because he knew it showed off his great
ass-he knew it looked great?  Actually, who cares?  He WAS wearing it, and it
DID look great!)  Randy made sure to show off his ass by folding up his jeans
and bending down to set them on his shoes.  Yum!

Vance lost the next one and took off his shirt, exposing his hairless but
gymnastics-toned chest.  It was a chest I was yet to lick, yet to play with,
but that was high on my list of "things to do."  Ford took off his belt when
he lost, so now HE was down to just jeans and underwear.  I could see he
couldn't wait for the game to be over; his basket had grown perceptibly when
Randy had taken off his jeans.

I lost the next one, so I said, "I took off an extra sock when I princed
out."  Ford looked at me and said, "And for THAT we humbly thank you.  But
you just lost NOW, so you owe us something."  I started to protest, so Jeff
piped up, "How do the judges rule?"  Of course the four of them stuck out
their hands, made fists, and turned their thumbs to point down.  Not
unexpected, judges ALWAYS rule against you.  So I took off my shirt.  I
noticed Vance eyeing me with almost puppy-dog adoration.  Hmmm. He wants me,
I want him.  Sooner or later I'm going to have to do something about that.
Sooner, I hope.

Jeff lost the next one, so he was down to his underwear.  Of course he wore
boxers; they don't MAKE briefs large enough-or strong enough-to hold in his
massive tool.  Jeff went after Randy, of course, who was the only other guy
down to his underwear.  Vance and I both tried to help; we'd rather that
Randy lost.  Of course, Randy's condition-he REALLY shouldn't have smoked
that last joint-didn't help.  Jeff started the cadence and a minute later
Randy called out of turn.

This time Randy REALLY started cursing.  Ford looked at him and said, "Shut
up, before we wash your mouth out with soap.  I don't want to stick my dick
into such a dirty mouth."  Then he said, "Oops, I'm not.  Tonight I'm
sticking it into the OTHER end."  Everyone, well, everyone but Randy, cracked
up at that.

The rest of the game was sort of anticlimactic, except for the pleasure of
watching three other hot guys in various states of undress, then watching
them undress completely.  Like I've said before, many people think a
mostly-naked body is sexier than a totally naked body-why do you think they
sell so much lingerie?

Ford lost one; off came his jeans.  You could see he had a boner; the tip of
his cock stuck out from the top of his jock strap.  He made no move to cover
it up; he knew Jeff, Vance, and I would enjoy looking at it, and Randy was
too stoned and pissed off to notice.  Then Vance and I lost, each taking off
our belts.  Then Jeff lost, now TWO guys were naked.  Jeff's cock was at half
mast, so it was maybe only eight inches of dangling meat.  THAT would sure
fill Randy's mouth and shut him up.

Vance lost, and was down to HIS underwear.  Actually it was more of a
gee-string.  He pranced around the room, changing the tape, cleaning up the
beer glasses, putting his pants away, until Jeff, of all people, told him to
"Sit down and play.  We're tired of looking at your cute butt."  Vance sat
back down so we could get back to playing Tales and getting naked.

Ford was soon naked.  Sure enough, his cock was rock hard and pointed up
towards his belly.  His balls looked yummy, smooth and hairless.  I was
almost regretting that I hadn't lost.  Oh, well, I'd had my chance with them.

I think Vance threw the next one, losing deliberately so he could get naked.
So that left me with my jeans and underwear on, which I soon shucked.  I
noticed even Jeff's eyes were riveted on my crotch as I slowly pulled down my
skimpy underwear, revealing my shaved cock and balls.  Actually, my entire
groin was shaved.  I like the feeling of a smooth crotch, my own or somebody
else's.  And I liked making them smooth, my own or somebody else's.  My cock
was pointed upward, like three others.  Only Randy's cock was soft, knowing
its master was soon going to be used.