Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 11:46:46 -0400
From: Franklin Pangborn <franklinpangborn@hotmail.com>
Subject: Just a Friendly Game

Our next-door neighbours in Maracaibo, Venezuela, had two kids that almost
matched my brother and I in age.  Naturally, the older kid, Mario, became
my brother's best buddy and his kid brother became mine.  During the
weekends we would usually have sleepovers at either side of the high
cyclone fence, which we had learned to climb over deftly.  I don't believe
any of us had a concept of homosexuality, but we instinctively knew that
any chance at a thrill was better than none at all.  Mario's family owned
an 8mm projector, the instigator of the following events.

I believe it was my brother, then 13 years old, who had somehow secured a
pornographic reel.  I believe it was Swedish, or perhaps back then we just
automatically thought that anything sexy came from Sweden.  We all watched
in the silence of our neighbour's garage as a voluptuous blonde patient had
her cunt explored by the doctor, and how he told her in perfect mimicry
that the only cure to whatever ailed her was to suck his cock.  After
showing us our first blowjob, she proceeded to sit on the doctor's cock,
who began ramming up and down her hole until he came inside her, cum
dripping from the cunt's lip onto the his balls.  I guess in Sweden they
hadn't yet heard of the "money shot".  The film ended and everybody started
commenting on the way the cunt looked and how big her tits were, etc.  I
innocently commented on how the guy's balls were so loose in the sack, and
how they flopped to either side.

"Who the fuck's interested in the guys balls, you idiot!"

"True!"  I asked myself, "What was I thinking of?"  But I couldn't stop
thinking of the doctor's dick and balls.

That night we slept over at Mario's.  My brother and Mario's kid brother
quit the usual Monopoly game early and went to bed.  But Mario and I were
not ready to go to sleep yet.  Mario was about a year older than I, but a
whole generation apart as far as I was concerned.  He asked me if I wanted
to play a game of gin rummy, but I didn't know how to play it so he taught
me.  When I had lost the first few rounds, he proposed a wager:

"Whoever loses the next hand has to give the other his butt."

I naively agreed and we started playing.  During the game I concentrated
fiercely on the cards, trying to win at all costs just for the sake of
winning.  I really didn't pay much thought to the fact that our asses were
on the line.  Anyway, call it beginner's luck or whatever: after a few
turns, I declared "Gin!" Mario's face showed unease and disappointment to
the point that I felt sorry for the guy.

He sulked and asked for a rematch.  I agreed.  Again, luck was mine and
after a few rounds I picked up the card I needed.  "Yes!"  He looked up at
me in disbelief from behind his cards with a strange mixture of amazement
and sadness.  My heart sunk.

I lied, "No, sorry, that's not the card I need" and discarded the winning
card.  A few rounds later Mario triumphantly declared "Gin!".

"Shut the fuck up, you guys".  My brother declared half awake.

Mario and I sneaked out to the bathroom in the corridor between the kid's
room and their parents'.  I had still not reached puberty, but frequently
had what I recall as shuddering dry orgasms while rubbing myself on my
pillow or masturbating each and every time I was in the shower or toilet.
I won first so I told him to bend over the closed toilet seat.  I knelt in
front of him and pulled down his pyjama bottoms.  I let my pants down too,
opened his butt cheeks and looked straight at an ass up close for the first
time.  I wasn't exactly thrilled with the sight of the little hairs
surrounding the shrivelled hole, neither was the smell too inviting.  But I
decided to make the best of the situation, put my dick head at the entrance
of his asshole and closed the cheeks around my dick.  I squeezed his buns
around my prick and began to pull out and in just letting his buns do the
stroking my fist was used to doing.  I was fucking!  Well, so I thought.
But then I lost my rhythm and pushed into his ass hole.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry, Mario, I didn't mean to!"

"Watch what you're doing, you fag.  C'mon it's my turn, now!"

"No, wait, not yet..."

We were lost in this discussion, oblivious to all reality when all hell
broke loose.  The door opened wide and we looked up to see Mario's mother's
horrified expression.  She started yelling, while we were shouting and
crying and saying we weren't doing anything all the while putting our
pyjama bottoms on to cover our stiff pricks.

Needless to say, the sleepovers stopped that day.  In time things went back
to normal and nobody talked about the situation, as if nothing had
happened.  Mario's mom kind of avoided me from then on, too.  I did
likewise.  Mario kept on being my brother's best friend, and his kid
brother was mine.  I occasionally talked to Mario, even the two of us
alone, but neither of us talked about that night in the bathroom.

As time passed by I realized my jerk off fantasies increasingly revolved
around male friends and schoolmates, or magazine and book photographs of
semi nude men.  I graduated from high school and had my first sexual
encounter at a local convenience store.  Tech College provided a few more
gay partners.  I had forgotten all about my initial sex play with Mario,
until I met him a dozen years after the fact at a supermarket checkout
line.  We stood in the parking lot for the longest while, recalling and
laughing at our childhood anecdotes.  All of them except the time his
mother caught me with my dick nestled in his ass.  We agreed to keep on
talking in a more comfortable place: Maracaibo's blazing sun was beginning
to take its toll on us.  My apartment was relatively close, so we went
there to have some beers and keep catching up.  I found out he was married,
and had two daughters.  I told him I was single, not ready for married
life.  After an hour of talking and drinking beers, we were both a little
on the high side, although I could not keep up with Mario's beer intake.
He was running my short supply dry.  Out of the blue, he asked if I still
played gin rummy.  I was about to tell him it was he who taught me, but I
let it slide.

"Sure I do, you want to play a hand?" I said.

"Yeah, if you want to", he replied, shrugging his shoulders as if he was
doing me a big favour.

I was getting mixed signals, and my own beer buzz wasn't helping me think
clear, but I decided to go along with whatever happened.  Some twelve years
had passed and Mario's face was basically as I recalled it, but the lines
around his eyes had deepened, there was very rough stubble on what I
recalled as a smooth chin, and the opening of his long sleeve shirt
revealed a dark mat of chest hair he must have inherited from his Italian
forefathers.  This was one sexy "macho" in front of me.

We settled in front of my coffee table, sitting on the carpet as if we were
kids again, and I dealt the cards.

"Get ready to lose as usual", he told me with a wide wicked grin.

It seemed beer affected his memory.  Again, I just decided to play along
with him, especially since I was finding more and more features of his to
admire.  He unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled up his sleeves along his
hairy, thick arms, with which he picked up his cards and started sorting
them.  As he concentrated on his cards I looked at his crotch.  Damn those
baggy pants!  I couldn't really tell how much he had grown in that
department.

I had dealt myself a good hand, three cards away from Gin.  We played the
hand for a few rounds and I was down to needing one card.  He was still
changing cards unexcitedly, which probably meant he was nowhere near
getting gin.  Then I got the winning card.  But this time around I wasn't
concentrating on winning: not a card game, at any rate.  I got rid of the
winning card and waited for round after round.  All these years had passed
and Mario was still a lousy card player.  Finally he picked up a card,
smiled arrogantly and slowly displayed his cards as if they were a work of
art.  "Gin!"  I feigned disappointment and threw my cards with the rest of
the pack.

"You lost as usual, buddy!" he said grinning widely.

"Yeah, Mario, you're too good for me.  Thank God we didn't wager anything".
I said.

I never saw anything funnier than the way his grin disappeared.  But I
contained my laughter as best I could.

"Yes, I know, it was just a friendly game" He picked up the cards and began
shuffling them.  "Care for a rematch, we can make the next one more
interesting" he said arching his eyebrows repeatedly as if to say "you know
what I mean".

I stood up from the table, and screwed my face up: "I don't know, Mario.  I
think I've had too many beers to concentrate on cards".

"Yeah, OK, sure!" he said seriously as he lay down the cards.  He also
stood up, sensing it was the end of the visit.

"But if you'd like, you can stick your dick in my ass" I said abruptly

A surprised expression froze in his face, and a very awkward silence
followed.  "Shit! I blew it" I thought to myself.  I was about to start
laughing and telling him I was joking when I noticed his baggy pants
springing forward.  I stepped up to him and stroked the front of his pants.

"You won, man.  I got to give you my ass".

I got on my knees, unbuckled and unzipped his pants, which dropped on the
floor.  Then I immediately pulled down his boxer shorts and rushed the cock
into my mouth.  I knew I had to get into action before he could think twice
about what was happening.  I worked on that cock constantly until I felt
his hands squeezing my shoulders.  Then he grabbed my head and started
fucking my mouth.  I grabbed his hairy ass while he kept thrusting into my
mouth.  But he stopped, took his dick in his hand and said:

"Give me your ass now"

"Let's go to the bedroom" I replied.

He stepped out of his pants and underwear while I got on my feet and led
him to the room.  When I turned around he was taking off his shirt to
reveal a massive chest with hair covering each pectoral, and a thin line of
dark hairs that connected the middle of his chest with his pubic bush.  My
cock twitched at the sight and strained against the confining fabric of my
underwear. I pealed my shirt off, slid out of my pants and discarded my
pre-cum stained bikini briefs.

"Get on all fours, buddy!" He commanded.

I climbed on the bed doggy style and waited for him to follow me onto the
mattress.  I turned around and saw him dribbling spit over his cock,
rubbing it over the head and along the shaft.  Then I felt his hands push
my ass cheeks apart and with no preliminary preparation just rammed the
full length of his cock into my ass.  He stroked my back with his hands,
laid them on my shoulders and started giving me an expert massage.  It felt
so good I forgot about the pepperoni he had lodged into me.  He began
thrusting in and out.  I started pushing back.  He was one divine fucker.

He then hunched over my back and laid all his weight on to me, forcing my
stomach flat on the bed.  My cock pressed itself into the sheets.  He kept
on fucking me, his hairy chest rubbing against my bare back.  I spread out
my hands to grab on to the bed's headrest and he grunted as he penetrated
me vigorously, forcing my cock to fuck the sheet beneath me.  Soon, I felt
my orgasm coming forth and shouting out like a bitch in heat, squirted my
spunk on the bed.  Mario began huffing and with one last deep thrust
unloaded the content of his heavy balls into my ass.  His cock twitched a
couple of times inside me, and I felt him shudder and relax on top of me.
We stayed motionless for a while, and then he rolled over, eyes closed,
still breathing heavily.

I got up and went to the bathroom; my ass felt slippery from Mario's cock
milk.  I lifted the seat up, wiped my ass with tissue and started to take a
piss.  He soon joined me in the bathroom.  I sat down on the bathtub edge,
while he relieved his bladder, flushed, closed the toilet lid and sat down.
There, both off us fully naked, he asked me all about my gay life, asking
me question after question I never thought a straight man would have even
thought of.

Mario stood up. Now it was I who thought the visit was over.  But he opened
my medicine cabinet, and found my jar of Vaseline, and grinned as he
started approaching me, opening the jar and sticking his fingers in to
scoop up a glob of the grease.  I love being fucked, and he'd given my ass
a fine workout, but I felt I needed a longer rest.  But before I could
protest this straight man stuck his tongue in my mouth.  I sucked on it and
in turn darted my tongue into his mouth, when all of a sudden I felt his
sticky hand on my cock.  He was applying the Vaseline on my dick, getting
me hard with the combination of his hand and tongue play.  When I was fully
erect, he stopped kissing me and turned around, sticking his hand into his
own ass to apply more grease.  Then he bent over the toilet seat as he'd
done 15 years ago.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing" I asked.

He looked back to me, winked and replied:

"Sure buddy, I'm going to let you win for a change"

Franklin Pangborn

Maracaibo, March 2002