Date: Wed, 20 May 1998 02:02:04 -0700
From: Wesley Dodds <wesleydodds@bigfoot.com>
Subject: House of Cards

Disclaimer: This story is for adults who like to read about
male/male sexual situations and incest.  If you are not of age in
your area, or find such things abhorent, go to another website.
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     I couldn't wait for classes to be over for the day.  As a
sophomore in high school, the days seemed to stretch endlessly.
I was a bored, anxious, hormone on legs.  Even though I was horny,
I couldn't even decide what I preferred better: men or women.
I hadn't even a clue of what was to come next.
     The final bell rang, and I looked up from my desk which was in
the back of Mr. Collins' English class.  I leapt up from my desk,
ready to go to whatever might happen.  Anything was better than
being bored to death by that old blowhard.
     Just as I was closing my locker, my best friend Erik walked
up.
     "So... what are you gonna do tonight, Steve?", Erik asked as
he slumped against the bank of lockers.
     "Not much, I was just going to do some homework.", I looked
up at Erik, "What's on your mind?"
     "Well," Erik said,"I thought we could go over to my house and
play video games."
     "That works for me, let's go!", I picked up my backpack, and
we headed towards Erik's house.
     Once we got to Erik's, we went up to his attic bedroom; fully
prepared to conquer the Nintendo.  We put in a cartridge, and began
to play.  Sweat began to form on both of our brows, and I started
to notice a side of Erik I had never seen.  As Erik's brow furrowed
with concentration, his dirty blonde hair began to hang over his
left eye.  I wasn't paying enough attention to the game... I lost.
     "You've never played this badly before.", Erik commented, "In
fact, I have never beaten you before at this game  what's up?"
     I brushed the hair out of my eyes, " Nothing's wrong  I guess
I just wasn't concentrating."
     "Whatever.", Erik turned off the Nintendo, "So, what do you
want to do now?"
     "I don't know.", but as I said that an idea began to form in
my mind, "WAIT!  I know... let's play poker."
     "Cool.", Erik got up, "I'll go get the cards."
     I tried to look as calm as I could.  I wondered if Erik felt
like I did.  I was excited and afraid.  I knew I had reached the
point of no return.  I flung my worries to the wind, and steeled my
resolve as Erik returned.
     "Here you go, Steve," Erik dropped the deck in my lap, "one
fresh deck of cards."
     I snatched the deck up, ripping the cellophane off the pack as
Erik sat across from me indian style.  I opened the box and slid
the cards out; shuffling and reshuffling the deck until I felt that
all was in order.
     Erik's voice broke me from my reverie, "Are you gonna deal the
cards or just play with them?"
     "Sorry...", I said as I quickly dealt the hand, "what should
we play for?"
     "Well," Erik mused, "how about that the loser has to do what
ever the winner says for one hour?"
     "Fine," I replied, "but make it the best two of three."
     "Deal," Erik picked up his cards and looked at them carefully,
"prepare to serve me well, slave boy."

     Erik had never talked nasty before.  I liked it!  I looked at
my hand; it was bad, all I had was a pair of twos and the rest was
worthless.  I kept the twos and threw the rest away.  My draw
didn't save me, Erik had three jacks.
     "Hah!  I win.", Erik snatched up the deck for his deal, "I
hope you're feeling servile, slave!"
     "Deal," I said, challenging him, "you haven't won yet!"
     I beat him in that hand, and I beat him in the next.  I was
blessed with the luck of the Irish, and I couldn't wait for my
prize.
     "I believe you have a debt to pay," I said to Erik as I
shuffled the cards,"but what shall I have you do?"
     Erik looked up at me with irritation, and I couldn't decide
how to tell Erik what I wanted him to do.  Then it hit me.
     "Slaveboy Erik," I ordered,"you will remove all clothing but
your underwear and socks, after which you will go downstairs and
get me a beer."
     With not a little bit of protesting, Erik did as I demanded,
and brought me a beer.  Without having to tell him, he also got one
for himself.  Continuing with my plan, I spilled beer on my pants.
     "Slave!", I called out,"you are needed!"
     Erik looked over at me, set his beer down, and came over to
where I was sitting.  
     "I have spilled beer on my pants," I said, attempting to be
authoritative,"and I need you to remove them before the stain
sets."  I put my hands up over my head so Erik would get the idea
of what he was supposed to do.  Erik just stared at me.
     "I don't know man," Erik said as he fidgeted,"this is going
too far."
     "Do you want me to tell everyone at school that you welched on
a bet?", I queried as I stared him squarely in the eyes,"You have
work to do!"
     Erik undid my belt, removing it from my belt loops.  I heard
the mettalic clink of the buckle hitting the floor as he dropped
it.  Erik's fingers touched the top button of my jeans, slowly
unbuttoning it.  I was in agonized anticipation as his fingers
slowly brought my zipper down.  The sound of my lowering zipper
filled the room as if it was being amplified a million times.
     "Get down on your knees," I said hoarsely,"and finish the
job."
     Erik didn't hesitate.  His knees hit the floor; his hands were
on my butt, and I felt my jeans sliding to the floor.  Now my pants
were bunched around my ankles, and Erik was face to face with my
dick  a dick still encased in my blue jockeys.
     I stepped out of my pants and walked across the room, sitting
down in a chair next to his desk.
     "Slave!  Get over here," I glowered  going for broke,"you
aren't done yet."
     Erik was still mesmerized.  He walked over to me with a glazed
look in his eyes.  I wondered if he had wanted me as I long as I
had wanted him.
     Erik was now standing in front of me, and it was evident that
I wasn't the only one with a hardon.  He was completely hard, and
was almost breaking out of his briefs, a smear of precum was
beginning to soak the crotch.  Then he dropped to his knees without
me even having to ask.  I couldn't believe my luck.
     Silence became thick in the room, it had been a minute since
Erik had kneeled before me.  I was getting hotter by the second,
and I was ready for Erik to get up and leave, when his hand went
toward my underwear.  I closed my eyes and felt my jockeys being
lifted and put under my balls.  No one but me had ever handled my
dick before, I couldn't believe the sensations!
     Erik jacked me a couple of times, then I felt something
incredible.  Erik put my dick in his mouth.  All I could do was
whimper and purr my pleasure.  Then all hell broke loose.
      "I can't find the remote, Erik...", Erik's older brother Mike
said as he opened the door,"HEY, what are you two doing!"
     We were in major trouble.  I looked up helplessly at Mike as
Erik pulled off of my dick.
     "Don't stop on my account little brother," Mike said as he
shut the door,"I hate to interrupt when you are busy."
     "You aren't going to tell Mom and Dad," Erik whimpered,"are
you?"
     "Not as long as you do as I say." Mike glowered,"Now get back
to work!"
     Erik returned to sucking me off, as Mike walked up behind him.
Mike watched both of us as he undid his pants, letting them drop to
the floor.  He didn't wear any underwear, so his nine inch dick
leapt to full attention, slapping against his belly.  Mike got on
his knees and pulled Erik's briefs off.
     "Oh yeah," Mike said, running his hands over Erik's butt,"this
is gonna be good."
     If Erik was bothered by his impending loss of virginity, he
didn't show it.  Mike spit in his hands a couple of times, rubbing
it into Erik's butthole, then he put his hands on Erik's shoulders,
and forced his dick up Erik's ass.
     I was in nirvana; I was getting my dick sucked by a guy who
drove me wild, and I got to watch him get fucked by his own hot
stud of a brother.
     Mike and I moaned in unison; Erik was giving both of us the
ride of a life time.  Erik sucked like he was thirsty and I was an
oasis.  The sounds of moaning grew until I screamed with my orgasm,
them Mike leaned over and bit Erik's shoulder as he shot his load
up his ass.
     We all layed there for awhile, until Mike got up and left the
room.  Erik and I looked at each other and smiled.  I slept over
that night, and twenty years later we still share the same bed.