Date: Mon, 17 May 2004 11:38:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: RJ Wright <rj2wright@yahoo.com>
Subject: Greg - Part 1 - The Card Game

Greg - Part 1 - The Card Game
By RJ Wright

* * * Disclaimer * * *
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places,
and incidents either are the product of the author's
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This story is an adult themed fantasy with graphic same sex
situations and language. Only adults of legal age should
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Drug and alcohol use that may be depicted within this story
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substances are prohibited.

This story depicts sexual situations during an era prior to
the AIDS epidemic. Safe sex practices including condom use
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* * * Part 1 * * *

Our dorm was known as the party dorm on campus. The guys on
my floor certainly played their part in keeping that
reputation alive.  Friday afternoon through Sunday night was
one continuous drug-filled, beer-soaked party. Having
attended a very conservative private all-boys high school, I
had wanted to broaden my experience by going to a large
diverse university. The school that I chose was a big ten
university firmly planted in the Midwest, with a reputation
as being a basketball powerhouse and party-central.

The day I moved into the dorm at the beginning of my
freshman year, my roommate, Jon, introduced me to our third
roommate: his bong.  This thing was at least eighteen inches
long and about two and a half inches in diameter. I'd never
seen anything like it - hell, I didn't even know what a bong
was up until then.

Jon kept a pillow case sized bag of weed in his closet and
every night a group of about five of us would lay around on
the two beds in my room and get stoned. When you opened the
door to our room, all you saw was a wall of smoke.  My
clothes always reeked of pot, and some of my female friends
in class would curl up their noses and complain, "Chris,
you've been smoking marijuana. Yuck."

Greg was one of the guys in our little group that I got to
know really well. He was a wonderful, sweet, sexy, smart,
intelligent, cute, lost boy from Michigan who lived two
doors down from me in a corner room. He quickly became my
closest friend in the dorm.  He was about 5'8" and 145
pounds, with shaggy blond hair that was parted in the middle
but always fell down over his forehead getting in his eyes.
Underneath his silver wire-rimmed glasses were the softest
blue eyes I've ever seen. He was a freshman business major
with a minor in Spanish.

I never met Greg's roommate. Actually, I'm not even sure he
had one. Their room had bunk beds, with Greg in the top
bunk. The bottom bed looked like it had ever been slept in.
Often times, I would crash there when Jon was bangin' one of
the campus sluts in our room. Greg and I hung out a lot
together and became real close buddies.

One night, Jon and his high school pals were out chasing
skirts, so Greg and I grabbed Jon's bong, a twelve pack of
beer, and hid out in his room playing cards. We got toasted
and had a blast. We'd spread a blanket on the floor and were
laying on it with the cards between us, and beer cans all
over the place. After a while, Greg said that he had to take
a piss, but was too stoned to make it to the bathroom.

"Chris man, I need to piss but I can't get up. I'm too
fuckin' stoned, man."

"Me too, buddy," I said. "Hey, let's piss out the window," I
suggested.

"No way man, somebody might see and I don't want to get
busted," he said getting up on his knees. "Hey, pass me a
beer can and I'll piss in it to take the edge off."

"Dude, that's a great idea. Give me one too," I replied
getting to my knees.

Greg tossed an empty beer can at me and opened his fly. He
pulled out his dick and started pissing into the can.  Some
of it missed the can and dribbled onto the blanket. I
started laughing and that made him laugh.

"Don't make me laugh, Chris, I'm pissin' all over the
place," he said as he sprayed pee all over the blanket and
cards.

"So stop pissin', dick head," I responded.

Finally, he stopped laughing, topped off the can and
carefully set it down on the blanket. He shook his dick and
stuffed it back into his shorts not bothering to zip up, and
lay back down on his back with his hands behind his head.
He sighed and said, "Man, that feels better. You should do
it too."

I unzipped my shorts, hauled out my dick, and let fly with a
golden stream of beer piss into the can. Greg turned his
head a watched intently as I pissed. Being watched kind of
turned me on and my dick started to get hard.  I was about
half-way hard by the time the can was full.  I stroked my
dick to get the last drop out and set the can down next to
his. My dick made a large bulge in my cutoffs when I stuffed
it back in, and I noticed that Greg had a hard on clearly
visible through his shorts.

We started playing another hand and Greg kept staring at my
crotch. Finally, he licked his lips and said, "Chris, you
want to make this a little more interesting?"

With a slight smile on my face I said, "Interesting how?" I
was always ready for some mischief.

"Well, we could play truth or dare. Whoever wins the hand
gets to ask the loser a question or make him do a dare."

I'd never played truth or dare before, and it sounded pretty
harmless to me so I said, "Okay, sounds cool."

We continued playing the hand, and I lost. So I looked at
Greg expectantly and he sat there staring back at me for a
minute before asking me the question.

"What's the most number of times you ever beat off in one
day?"

I immediately turned red from embarrassment and stammered in
response, "What's the dare?"

"No way, man. You either answer the question or accept the
dare. Then you find out what the dare is," he said with a
smirk on his face.

"Okay, fine, I'll answer the damn question." I was so
embarrassed I couldn't even look at him. "This stays between
us right?" I said.

He nodded his head and said, "Yeah, of course. Nothing we
say or do will ever leave this room. You're my best friend
and I would never fuck you over."

I looked up at him and could see in his eyes that he meant
what he'd said. So, I answered the question.

"The most number of times I ever beat off in one day is." I
looked down at the floor and whispered, "fifteen."

"What? Fifteen? Holy Shit!" Greg started to howl with
laughter, rolling on the floor. I started laughing too and
pretty soon we were both wiping the tears off our faces.

"Christ almighty, Chris. Your pecker must have been sore
after that."

"Well, I couldn't even touch it the next day, and it was
almost a week before I could beat off again."

That set us both off again and we must have laughed for ten
minutes.

"Man, dude, that must be a record or something. How old were
you, anyway?"

"I was fifteen, and I'd been away at camp for two weeks. By
the time I got back I was so horny that things just kind of
got out of control."

We were still chuckling when we started playing again. It
took several hands with both of us busting before I finally
won.

"Okay, my turn to make you squirm," I said with obvious glee
in my voice.

"Give me your best shot buddy," Greg responded, smiling at
me.

It took a minute or two, but I finally came up with what I
thought of as a good question, "Have you ever eaten your own
spunk?"

Greg rolled his eyes at me and said, "Of course I have, you
moron. Who hasn't tasted their spunk.  God what a lame ass
question." He shook his head in disgust and gathered up the
cards for another hand.

He won the next one and asked, "Have you ever had any sexual
contact with another guy and, if so, describe what
happened?"

Greg just sat there with a blank expression on his face.  I
was horrified. Here was the one question that I never
expected, and wasn't prepared to answer just yet. My cousin
and I had beat each other off over the summer several times
while he was visiting, and even attempted sucking once or
twice. I certainly wasn't going to tell this to Greg, he
would think I was gay and would tell all the other guys.

"Dare."

"You want the dare?" Greg said with a surprised look on his
face.

"Yup."

"Okay."  He picked up the can of his piss and held it out to
me, "Drink this."

I sat there with my mouth hanging open for a while looking
from his face to the can, and back again.

"Come on, Chris," he said in a hoarse whisper, "Take the can
and drink my piss."

"All of it?" I asked.

"No, but at least half."

I took the can from him, our fingers brushing giving me an
electric charge. The can was still warm and I sat there
staring at the can trying to work up the courage to go
through with it.  My dick was now painfully hard in my
shorts and I was very excited at the thought of drinking my
friends pee.

"Go ahead, Chris," Greg whispered, "it'll be okay. Just take
a mouth full and swallow."

I slowly brought the can up to my lips, smelling the acrid
odor of piss this close for the first time.  Putting my
mouth over the opening, I tilted the can and felt the warm
liquid enter my mouth, flowing over my tongue. It was very
salty and slightly bitter, but not horrible. I let my mouth
fill up and swallowed. Knowing that this had come out of
Greg's dick made it all the more erotic, and my hard dick
throbbed with excitement. I looked up at Greg, and he was
watching me intently, rubbing his hard dick through his
shorts. I repeated the process and took another swallow.
Then, I just guzzled it down until the can was empty.  When
I was done, I crumpled the can and threw it behind me,
wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.

Greg and I just sat there and looked into each other's eyes
for several minutes. Finally, Greg broke the silence,
"Chris, that was so hot watching you drink my piss, man. I
never thought you'd actually do it."

"You think it was so hot, why don't you try it for
yourself?" I dared him. My own voice hoarse with lust.

"Okay, you're on," he said and grabbed the can full of my
piss quickly taking a large mouth full. He held it in his
mouth, smiled at me, and swallowed it down. Then he
surprised me and drained the rest of the can, smashing it
between his hands when it was empty.

Once again, we just sat there staring into each other's
eyes.  We were both horny beyond belief and needed to get
off.  Greg got up onto his knees and crawled over to me.
Wrapping his hand around my neck, he pulled my face to his
and kissed me deep and hard. His tongue forced my mouth open
and he sucked my tongue into his mouth, scraping it with his
teeth.  My arms went around him and pulled him down on top
of me.
He pulled up and started unbuttoning my shirt as I pulled
his tee off over his head. He kissed me hard again and moved
to my neck, biting and kissing as he moved down my chest.
When he got to my crotch, he rubbed his face against my cock
through the shorts, unzipped and unclasped them. He lowered
them down my legs until they were around my ankles. I shook
them off as he licked my dick like a Popsicle. I was never
so excited in my entire life and felt like I was on the edge
of cumming. Greg took the head into his mouth and sucked and
licked it before plunging down to my pubes. He held my dick
in his mouth with the head in his throat and swallowed. I'd
never felt such pleasure and arched my back, moaning out
loud.  Then he started sucking in earnest, up and down my
dick. The slick warm wetness of his mouth sending waves of
pleasure radiating outward from my dick and then suddenly
exploded in the most mind numbing orgasm of my life. I
jerked my hips up burying my dick in his mouth and started
to shoot. He kept on sucking and licking my dick as I shot
and shot into his mouth. He swallowed all of it and kept my
dick in his mouth until it went slack. I fell back against
the blanket totally spent. When I opened my eyes, Greg was
looking up at me with a slight smile on his face, his hand
stroking my balls.

"God, Greg, that was fantastic. I can't believe you did
that, it was so fuckin' good," I said breathlessly.

After a few minutes my breathing returned to normal, while
Greg and I looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"So, Chris, do you have to pee again?" he asked.

"Yeah, actually, I do. Real bad, too," I said.

Then he got on his knees and said, "Do I get to taste it
from the tap, this time?"

It took a few seconds for me to realize that he wanted me to
piss in his mouth. Once it finally dawned on me, I was
excited by it and my dick twitched in response.

"Sure," I said, "Just get ready `cause there's about a
gallon in there."

I stood up on shaky legs and he took my dick in his mouth
wrapping his arms around me in an embrace. He look up at me
and nodded that he was ready. I relaxed my bladder and
slowly started to pee into his mouth with a few short
spurts. The feeling of pissing into my friends mouth and him
swallowing it down, was very erotic. My stream got stronger,
and he started swallowing more frequently. I just threw my
head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of
pissing into someone's mouth.

Finally, after an eternity, I started to run out of piss,
and with a few short spurts, stopped.  Greg swallowed one
final time, and pulled my dick out of his mouth, giving it
one final lick. I had started to get another hard on and was
horny once again.

I knelt down and kissed Greg on the mouth, running my tongue
past his lips into his mouth, tasting the remains of my
piss.  I moved my hand to his crotch and rubbed his hard
dick through his shorts. Greg moaned into my mouth and I
made him lay back on the blanket.  I kissed my way down his
lightly furry chest and pulled his shorts down.  I nuzzled
my face into his pubic hair, smelling the musky odor that
turned me on so much.  I took each of his hairy balls into
my mouth getting them slick and then moved up to his dick. I
licked the head getting it nice and wet, then slowly made my
descent to his thick nest of light brown pubic hair.

Slowly, I started to suck him. Up and down, licking the
sensitive spot behind the head on every up stroke. He was
moaning and tossing his head from side to side, moving his
hips in time to my sucking.  I started to speed up my
sucking and felt his dick start to swell. He was jerking his
hips and cried out arching his back. His dick pulsed and
then I felt the first spurt of his hot cum fill my mouth.
Warm and thick and salty. I swallowed it down and it was
immediately replaced by spurt after spurt of Greg's hot
spunk. Finally, he stopped cumming and the tension left his
body. He sighed and said,

"Chris, that was fantastic. I never had a blow job before,
and it was better than I could have imagined."

I gave his dick one more lick and moved up to kiss him
lightly on the lips.  He opened his eyes and I looked into
deeply into them.

"So, Greg, do you have to pee now?"

He just smiled and I pulled him to his feet. I licked his
balls and took his soft penis into my mouth. Almost
immediately, my mouth was filled with hot piss. I swallowed
it down and valiantly tried to keep up with the flow. It was
coming so fast that some of it dribble out the sides of my
mouth, but I managed to get most of that hot liquid down my
throat.  He slowed to a trickle and with two final spurts,
was done. I sucked his dick a little, feeling it respond,
and got to my feet, hugging Greg close with my head on his
shoulder. We turned out the lights and climbed into his bed.
He put his arms around my neck and lightly kissed my ear; I
nuzzled into the crook of his neck with my hands on his
beautiful butt. We fell asleep holding each other. It was
the best night's sleep of my life.

We were still wrapped in each other's arms the next morning.
Greg was smiling at me when I opened my eyes. He kissed the
tip of my nose and said, "Morning, Chris. Boy, last night
was something else, I really enjoyed it."  He had a
questioning look on his face seeming to ask if we had messed
up our friendship last night.

I was a little groggy and had a headache, but I smiled back
and squeezed him reassuringly, "Morning to you too.  Yup,
last night was unbelievable, and I enjoyed it too."
We smiled into each other's eyes and our lips came together
in a soft kiss. We stayed in bed lightly kissing and
enjoying the warmth and tenderness of our embrace for about
an hour before we got up to start the day. We had breakfast
together and then went off to do our own thing for the rest
of the weekend.

We didn't talk about this new path our friendship had taken,
what it meant, or anything like that. We just chatted about
nothing in particular for a few minutes like the close
buddies we were. It wasn't that we felt awkward or were
embarrassed about having sex, it's just that we both needed
some time to look into ourselves and understand what we were
feeling.

The night of our card game was the last time I ever smoked
pot. Being an honors student, I needed to keep a high GPA in
order to retain my academic scholarship.  I knew that I
couldn't keep partying that way and continue to do well, so
after those first six weeks of constant partying and with
midterms looming, I decided to move into a single room in a
dorm across campus.

Greg and I become a lot closer as a result of the intimacy
we'd shared at that drunken card game.  During the rest of
the semester he would frequently stop by my new room, often
spending the night or the entire weekend. Eventually, we
ended up having long discussions about our long repressed
homosexuality, what happened that night, and our feelings
for each other. We both accepted that we were gay and
hopelessly in love with each other. We would spend hours
cuddling, sharing our innermost thoughts and dreams, and had
the most amazing sex imaginable. Our relationship was never
just about the sex; first and foremost, we were each other's
best friend.

* * * End of Part 1 * * *