Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 09:03:02 -0700
From: writersrealm@hotmail.com
Subject: Discovering Gregory chpt 6

Discovering Gregory

Chapter 6
Moment Of Truth

There was both fear and exhilaration churning up my insides when I knew it
was Greg on the steps. Two guys followed him down, Charlie and Tim. I'd
seen them both upstairs standing across from Greg at one time. Tim stopped
to talk to Doug and sat on the step above him.

Greg moved with the ease of a cat. His eyes immediately took in all of
us. His attention swept past me and went toward George and Tommy. He
already knew they had been engaged enough to develop their own bulges, but
Greg's had lost some of its swagger, sliding down in his pants but moving
around on his thigh as he walked toward us.

"Herbie, you should take lessons. I take it you want to get right on your
knees, since you're already out of clothes."

Greg closed in on the table as he spoke. He looked back at Doug who
shrugged an admission of victorious guilt from the stairs.

"Too bad he's too young to collect, Herbie. He's getting older. You better
be careful."

"I'm not that young," Doug corrected. "And you know it."

"Comments from the Peanut Gallery. Come finish your game then, brother of
mine. Let's see what you got."

Greg held out a cue to his brother as he leaned his butt against the table.

"I'm done," Doug said. "I don't need any more."

"That's what I thought." Greg turned back to Herbie. "Your skinny pecker is
still growing."

"Biggest one in the house," Herbie said confidently.

"You've been ill informed, little boy. I've always been bigger than
you. That ain't changed."

"Yeah!" Tim said from the stairs.

"You should know," Tommy said with a less than friendly tone and all heads
turned toward Tim.

We were quickly looking at Herbie again.

"So is this an official challenge?" Greg asked.

"Sure. Official. I'm already naked. I got nothing to hide. All I got is on
the table. You don't scare me."

Herbie pushed it down on the felt with two fingers before pushing it out on
the felt.

Greg moved toward Herbie as though his reputation might be at
stake. Everyone closed in around the table and I saw no reason why I
shouldn't get a closer look. Doug stayed planted on the stairs but Tim
leaped down and came over to the bottom of the table. Greg stood tall and
confident and very close to Herbie.

"Your challenge. You hold them."

Greg unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. Herbie's long fingers
deftly held them together as he took time to arrange them. Greg's was on
top and it all but hid Herbie's except for the final few inches that were
surrounded by his pubes. Greg's still had some bend in it but it slowly
lengthened to Herbie's touch, expanding over the top of Herbie's as we
watched it growing and changing it's color. It darkened from a delicate tan
to a reddish brown.

"Told you," Herbie said. "Mine's always been longer than yours, Greg."

"Longer but not bigger. We are talking size not length. I make two of you
and then some even considering that extra inch or two you have. I'm still
the king. You lose."

"See, even you admit mine's longest. I win," Herbie declared.

It was true. Greg's dwarfed Herbie's in thickness. Everyone watched
intently but Doug. Everyone seemed to have his own reaction to the
competition. I'd never felt quite like that before, knowing everyone at the
table was sporting a bone and everyone knew we were all on a hard was pure
excitement for me. Not to mention two of them were fully exposed for all of
us to see. It made the air seem thin and my heart race.

Then Greg was working his back into his pants. The front of Tim's pants
pressed into the table and I could see where they pushed out in the
front. Charlie stood next to him and his pants matched Tim's in ballooning
affect.

"I guess that means it's my table since you lose, Herb."

"Hey, Greg, I'm leaving. I want to grab a beer on the way out. It's a long
walk home."

"Charlie, it's Friday night. Loosen up will you," Greg protested.

"Old man gave me until ten o'clock. I'm going to run late as is."

"When's he going to give you a break, dude?"

"Never I guess. See you. Can I get that beer?"

"Take two. They're small."

Charlie headed up the stairs, mussing Doug's hair as he went. Herbie walked
away with Tim following him to the stairs where they stood by the stairs
and talked. Herbie's pecker never lost its enthusiasm and Tim didn't seem
to notice that the boy he was talking to was naked. Herbie went and sat
down next to Doug as Tim turned around and stood just below them. They all
laughed but I couldn't hear what they were saying. They weren't nearly as
interesting with Herbie mostly hidden from my view.

It wasn't hot down there and I wondered how he kept from being cold. Mine
would have been shriveled up by this time with all those guys standing
around and the lack of heat. I could hear Herbie's voice loudest as the
three boys talked.

Greg racked the balls carefully. I surveyed the other guys but I was most
interested in the three on the steps. Alfred came clomping down the stairs
two at a time and laughed when he got to the bottom of the steps. He turned
and looked back up at Herbie.

"That boy's naked as a baby duck's B'hind," Alfred declared in an astute
observation only he could make.

"Alfie, my man. Pool time. We can play first. I've been hoping you'd stay."

"I guess," Alfred said without laughter. "I didn't expect so many of
them. You said we was going to play...  never mind."

Tim stood next to Herbie and had moved far enough up on the stairs that he
had to lean down to see the pool table. From time to time he checked to see
who was playing but Doug and Herbie didn't seem to care about the
game. Herbie then jumped up and disappeared up the stairs about the time
Alfred lost his second shoe. His ass really wasn't skinny. It was small but
had a round shape consistent with his narrowness. I was disappointed he had
gone.

Tim stood for a moment and then went upstairs as well. Doug stayed on the
steps and started watching the game. He then got up and went upstairs as
well. It was now Charlie, Tommy, George, Alfred, Greg, and me. Alfred lost
his shirt during the time I was thinking about other things.

Doug came back about ten minutes later and he handed me a beer and sat next
to me.

"Where'd they go?" I asked.

"Timmy's on the bashful side. He doesn't stay down here for the games."

"Bashful? Did he notice Herbie didn't have a stitch on?"

"Yeah, I think he knew about that. He's bashful about getting naked not
seeing naked guys."

"Oh," I said. "They're together?"

"You going to play?"

Doug asked me.

"I don't know."

"How does it work with all of these guys? I figured Greg and one or two
more."

"You plays the game you take your chances. You got to figure the odds are
six to eight to one that you won't be it. It's the reason most guys
stay. They figure odds are in their favor."

I counted twelve guys and three girls. What happened to the rest of them?"

"They use the bedroom upstairs. They bring beer, drink beer, do what they
do. Some hang like Charlie and leave before the games begin."

"Does Charlie know?"

"Sure. He's got a bad old man. He can't stay out. Most of them know. Some
stay from time to time. Some never stay. Most of them have been in on it at
one time or another."

"Really?"

"Yeah, my parents always have a summer place. They spend most of their time
gone on the weekends during the summer and a few weeks. Even in Germany we
became party central on summer weekends. Guys look forward to it."
"What's the deal with strip pool. That what everyone does? What's the
point? I never heard of it around here."

"Yeah! Everyone but Tim. He'll leave before the pool game starts now
adays."

"Why's that?"

"He played once but he lost pretty bad. He was new then and didn't know any
of us. His best buddy brought him up. He was too embarrassed after that to
play again. He won't stay down here once the big game starts."

"What happened?"

"He lost. Like I said. He had to go round the room. That's the gamble you
take when you play."

"What's that?"

"You sure you want to know? Martin, you seem like a nice fellow and you'd
probably be best going home or to a movie or something, or upstairs with
them and you can ask Herbie and Tim the questions."

"What are they doing?"

"Tim and Herbie are friends. Herbie's the only one that doesn't cut him
down for what he did that was here that night. And me. You don't want to be
friends with the rest of these guys. You'll find out if you hang
around. They take what they can get out of you and they don't care."

"But Herbie's cool. Isn't he?"

"Yeah, Herbie's the coolest of these guys. He's harmless once you get used
to him. You sure you want to go through with this, Martin? I'll stay down
if you do."

"Sure I'm sure," I said. "You don't have to stay on account of me."

"He never picks me. I'm bullet proof because I live here."

"You get to see what goes on. I bet you've seen plenty."

"Okay, I'm only going to warn you once. If you lose twice after you lose
all your clothes, you give every guy in the room a hand job. That's why
guys that don't play go upstairs. You can go up after you lose your
underwear."

"Even you," I said, unable to hide my thoughts.

"I don't usually play. I'm just here most of the time. You're going to
stay?"

"I've never done anything like this before. Part of me wants to stay and
part of me isn't sure. What did Tim do if every one knows about the game?
Why get down on him when he just lost a game?"

"It got a bit out of hand. He got with the guy that brought him over. He
did stuff he didn't have to do. Then other guys got in on the action. He
was drunk. I don't think he knew what he was doing."

"Who was the friend that brought him over."

"Tommy. They don't associate much any more."

"Wow!"

"It's what you were about to do to Greg when I showed up the other
day. Take the king round the world. It doesn't go any further than that if
you don't let it, but some guys...."

"I wasn't either going to do that," I said, not even convincing myself.
Doug laughed and shook his head.

"Right. I was only there, Martin. Remember me. I don't give a fuck. It's
just fooling around. Everyone looses from time to time. Everyone but Greg."

"He never loses?"

"Not yet."

"Would he pay up if he lost?"

"He hasn't lost yet that I've ever heard about. He'd have to pay."

"He is good," I said, as Alfred tossed his pants onto the table before
racking the balls.

"He is the king. Everyone here right now has done it to everyone else here
right now. That's why it works. Everyone knows what happens if they
lose. They won't come down and then talk about it. New guys always lose so
the older guys figure they're here on a pass. That means you or Alfie. I'm
not going to make it any clearer to you, Martin. You ought to go."

"You mean everyone here right now has...  you know?"

"Maybe not Alfred. I've never seen him do it, but he's new. Greg's just
found him. He was coming up with some other guys. Now he comes alone. Greg
wouldn't let me hang out when they were here. He says I talk too much. He
says I tell his business to everyone. I just tell the ones I like and don't
want to see used by this crew."

"Why's that?"

"Never mind, Martin. I answered enough of your questions. You stay, and
you'll get your shot. He doesn't do solos that often. He must like you if
you're back so soon."

"What's that mean?"

"He likes a crowd. He likes to show off. Doing solos isn't his style unless
he's working on someone."

"Show off what?" I asked.

"What do you think. You seen his? He's got one hell of a pecker on
him. Loves having it admired while people watch."   "You're his brother,
why do you...?"

"So what. We live in the same house. He's a perve. What do you expect me to
do? I know what's going on. I've been his brother all my life, Martin."

"You running off at the mouth again, Squirt," Greg growled standing over
where Doug and I sat. "Whose a perve, shithead?"

"Just telling him the rules."

"I can tell him just fine. I want you next, Squirt, and I haven't forgotten
you still owe me, Martin. I'm getting to you so don't feel left out. You
should have finished up while we were alone."

"You know I don't play at these things," Doug said unconvincing.

"You had Herbie down to his birthday suit, brother of mine. You play pretty
damn well. Where is that skinny shit anyway? Someone go find him. He's not
out of it yet."

"I'll go," I said, "I need to piss."

"Bring me a beer," Greg said. "Don't get too far. You're next, kid."

"Good luck, dude," I said to Doug as I passed behind him.

I went up the stairs and roamed into the living room and back to the
kitchen on to the back porch but there was no Herbie or Tim. Since Herbie's
clothes were downstairs, I figured he hadn't gotten too far, but I wasn't
too sure about him.

I stood in the bathroom taking piss and I heard voices that sounded
close. I went out into the hall and opened the door to the room across from
the bathroom. There was a big double bed but the room was empty. There was
one more room next to the bathroom further down the hall and I heard the
voices again as I went over to the door. It was cracked a few inches but it
was pitch black inside.

"Just a few more minutes," I heard Herbie say.

"Okay, but I want to leave before they get done. I don't want Tommy seeing
I'm still here."

"No one comes in here but Doug and Greg and you said you don't mind them."

"As long as Tommy doesn't know I'm here. I don't care. I was going to stay
over at Patty's tonight if Tommy came, but I'll stay if you like."

"You still going with her."

"We're just friends, Stick."

"Right! You're screwing her aren't you? You can tell me."

"Sure, Herbie. I'm screwing her."

"She got a friend, Tim?"

"Yeah, me, asshole."

It got quiet for a couple of minutes and I wasn't sure if I should say
anything. Then I figured Greg might send someone else so it was better if I
got Herbie before someone else came up.

"Herbie."

"Fuck," Herbie said with an indignant sound in his voice.

"Greg's looking for you."

"He playing?" Herb asked.

"Yes... what do you want me to tell him? He might send someone else if I
don't know where you are."

"I'll be right there," Herbie said. "Tell him I'm taking a dump, okay."

"Right!" I answered.

"You want me to wait for you?" Timmy asked.

"Just do it a couple more minutes. He won't come up yet. We can get
together later on if you stay in here."

"He might send Tommy up."

"Just a few more minutes, Tim. Don't stop now. Martin won't say anything."

I wanted to look but I'd miss my opportunity to simply open the door. Now
Herbie was saying I was cool. I couldn't go against that. Somehow I didn't
think it was right just busting in on them. I did want to see what was
going on but I didn't want to upset anyone. It was also pretty dark so I
wasn't sure I would see anything even if I did look. Life's shitty some
times.

"He's taking a shit," I said as I passed by the table on my return to the
basement. I handed him his beer.

He held his beer up and out toward me before taking a long swig that had
foam running down the corner of his mouth. I thought he was saying thank
you, but he was saying something else.

"I've been waiting for you, Martin. Want to play a little game."

"It's got to be little. I'm not very good."

I moved up to the table as my mouth went dry and my crotch tightened
against my pants while I made the confession of inadequacy. Doug handed me
the cue as he passed behind me.

"Good luck, dude," Doug whispered after me. He had a sympathetic look on
his face and no shoes and socks on his feet.

Herbie was still naked when he came down the stairs five minutes later and
his cock had turned a strange color of red that looked odd against his
milky white skin. It seemed excited but then, I thought, why shouldn't it
be. I knew what was going on upstairs. No one else paid him any mind.

"You owe me a shoe, kid."

"Huh?" I said absently, looking away from where Herbie now leaned.

"Earth to Martin. Shoe," Greg growled.

"Oh yeah," I said, adding my shoe to the pile and wondering, with so many
balls on the table how could the game be over already? I placed my second
shoe right next to Greg's shoes. Doug was no doubt the second best player
there.


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