Are You Game? Ch. 02by2ndAlias©
"I don't know," Ben replied. "Guess we'll have to wait for another round to find that out."
"Whatever," Erik said, squinting at Ben. He took his glass in hand. "Well, I've never had the pleasure of having another guy suck my dick."
Ben smiled and took a shot, then urged me to do so. "Close enough, buddy."
I downed my drink. "I still don't think it counts," I said.
Ben winked at me. "Then I'll have to make it up to you."
When the Patriots scored, I said that I would go first. "I have never had a guy's dick up my ass."
"Cut to the chase, why don't you," Ben said. We all looked at each other.
After a moment, Joe said, "You fucker," and swallowed his shot.
"Oh, my god!" Ben shouted. "Are you kidding?"
Joe covered his face with his hands. "It was my cousin," he began after we all prodded him. "I was thirteen, he was fifteen. He talked me into it – I don't remember how. Anyway, he tried and it hurt like hell, so we stopped."
"Did he actually get it up inside you?" Erik asked.
"I don't think so. I was clenching my ass so tight because I didn't really want to do it, so, luckily, I don't think it went in."
"So, then, you've technically never had a dick up your ass."
"No, I guess not," he said, thinking about it. "Aw, shit, I just drank, though."
"Hey, we'll all drink then," Ben said, grabbing his glass. "In confirmation that none of us have had a dick up our ass." Erik, Ben and I drank. "At least not yet," he added. "Okay, now, I have never played with my own ass while jerking off." Erik, Ben and I drank. Joe shook his head. "Hey, don't knock it," Ben cajoled. "You had one bad experience. It's actually quite enjoyable if you do it right."
In the third quarter, the Chargers scored.
"I've never thought about another guy while jerking off," said Joe. Erik, Ben and I drank at the same time.
"I'll expand on that," said Erik, setting his glass down. "I've never jerked off thinking about a guy that's in this room."
There was a slight hesitation among us, each glancing at the other. I looked at the floor, inhaled, then drank. Ben chuckled, then took a shot himself. He turned to me, "It was me, wasn't it? Come on, admit it. Please say it was me."
"I'm not saying anything," I replied, trying not to betray myself.
The Patriots scored in the fourth.
I looked at Ben. "After you," he said.
"God, I can't think of anything. Um...okay, shit...what were we talking about before?"
"Sexual fantasies about guys in this room," Ben said pointedly.
"Ass play," added Erik.
"Oh, yeah. Well, I guess I'll say that I've never used a toy on my ass," I said.
Erik and Ben drank and then grinned at each other. "What was yours?" Ben asked.
"My wife strapped on a little number once."
"You're kidding," Joe gaped. "Oh, I don't know if I wanted to know that."
"We tried anal on her, so we figured we'd try it on me, too."
"And?" Ben queried.
"I think it was more about the change in roles for us than anything," Erik admitted. "You know, her being the dominant one. It wasn't necessarily the act itself that we got off on, but more the fact of it all."
We were all really feeling the effects of the alcohol by this point, so we all fell into a sort of contemplation about what Erik said when he broke the silence by asking Ben what his toy experience was.
"One of those little jelly dildo things," he said and shrugged. "I figured I'd try it once."
Again, we all fell into silent contemplation.
"I've got one," Ben announced. He looked to me for a second, then addressed the entire group. "I haven't had an erection at all during this game."
We all admittedly grabbed our glasses and drank.
Since the game ended in a tie, we all sat back before the overtime portion began. Joe got up to use the bathroom.
"What do we do now?" Erik asked.
"I don't know," Ben chuckled. "I didn't think about how to end the game."
"Well, we've had a lot of truth tonight," Erik said, "so, why don't we have some dares now?"
"That's it!" Ben exclaimed, clapping his hands. "You're a genius!"
"Great," I said to Ben. "We all know the Patriots are going to win, so you and I are going to have to be the ones who're gonna be dared."
"I'll take your place," Erik said. "I'm drunk and in the mood for some daring shit."
I turned to Ben. "No objections here," he said.
I looked at him and he steadily returned my gaze. "No, that's alright. I'll stick with the Chargers."
"Aw, buddy," Ben said, placing his hand on his heart, "that means so much to me that you'll stick by me."
The game continued and, in a complete upset, the Chargers scored, winning the game. Ben and I cheered and applauded loudly.
"No fucking way!" Joe cried. "That's impossible!"
"This is gonna be good," Ben said, rubbing his hands together. "Looks like you got your wish, Erik. You're the first subject of our dare!"
"I'm ready," Erik replied.
"Okay," Ben said, turning off the TV. "First of all, it makes me really sad that Todd here never got to engage in any adolescent dick play, so I think you should initiate him."
"What do you suggest?" he asked, eyes glassy from the shots.
Ben gestured to me. "You said you have never touched another guy's dick, right, Todd?"
"Well, to start with, Erik, let him hold your dick."
There was a short moment of silence when I became aware of an electric charge in the air, thick with a sexual tension that had been mounting through the evening with all the talk about our experiences. Erik stood up, unzipped his pants and pulled the waistband of his underwear down, hooking it under his balls. His thick, semi-erect cock stood straight out, veins bulging. I crossed over to him, feeling I was in a slight fog from the alcohol, and took it in the palm of my hand. It felt heavy.
"Now give him a little coaching."
"Alright," he said quietly. "Start to stroke it a little." I enclosed my fingers around his shaft and began to pull on it. He exhaled deeply. I released it and pulled it again. His eyes closed as I continued. He brought his hands to my waist and undid my pants, pulling my dick out and stroking it with his hand. "Here, lemme show you something." He stepped forward, wrapping his hand around both our cocks, pressing them together. He squeezed and started to pump our dicks, the undersides of our shafts rubbing against one another. After a couple strokes, he began to smear my pre-cum around the head of my cock with the thumb of his free hand. I was afraid I was beginning to visibly tremble. I looked up at him and he gave me a sly smile.
I pulled away. "Okay, that'll just about do it," I said with a laugh, putting my cock back in my pants. "Thank you," I stammered.
"My pleasure," he replied.
Ben applauded. "Now, don't go anywhere, Todd," he said. "Joe, now you."
"Ugh," Joe moaned, standing up. "Alright." He walked over to me and unzipped his pants, pulling his dick out through the fly of his boxers. I took out my cock again. "First, we do this," Joe said as he swayed his hips, slapping my dick with his. We all laughed. "Then we do this," he added as he grabbed my ass and pressed our groins together. "And then ..." he gyrated his hips, rubbing himself against me. He then pulled away and shoved his cock back in his pants. "And you know what eventually happens after all that."
"Yeah, Joe," I said, zipping my pants. "I'm sure I can guess."
"Okay, Todd. Your turn."
"Wait," Joe interjected. "That's it. We did our dares."
"You did mine," Ben clarified. "We both won, so you still have to do his." He turned to me. "What've ya got?"
"Uh, well ..." I said. "I just remembered something I thought about during our game – I've never kissed a guy."
"Oooooh," Ben said, eyes lighting up. "That's a good one!"
"Oh, shit," Joe said.
I turned to him. "So, I dare you to pick one of us to swap spit with for--"
"A minute!" Ben interrupted excitedly.
"No!" Joe stated firmly.
"No, for about ten seconds," I decided. We all looked at Joe.
"Well, if I have to pick one of you guys then it'll be you," he said, pointing to me. "Since we already rubbed dicks and all."
"I'll keep time," Ben volunteered.
Joe got up and walked over to me. "You little shit," he said, smiling in spite of himself. "You ready?"
"Sure," I replied.
"Whenever you're up for it, guys," said Ben.
Joe leaned in, closing his eyes and pressed his lips against mine. We stood that way, stock still, waiting for the time to be called.
"Come on, give him a little tongue!" Ben urged.
Joe mumbled for Ben to shut up with his lips still pressed against mine. Ben called time and Joe pulled back, wiping his lips. Erik laughed while I just shook my head. "Wow, Joe," I said. "That was great."
"You get what you pay for," Joe replied.
I turned to Erik. "Same thing. Pick a guy to kiss for ten seconds."
"Well, I'm not kissing you," Erik said to Joe. "First off, it would be too weird and, second, you suck at it." Joe flipped him off. He looked at me, then Ben. "And since I can't decide between the two of you, I'll kiss you both."
"Well, now," Ben said. "How generous of you. Who's first?"
"You," Erik pointed to Ben.
"Todd, keep time," he said standing up.
Erik walked over to Ben, took him by the shoulders, and pulled him into lip lock. They closed their eyes, mouths slightly parting and closing again. They continued with the kiss, eventually darting their tongues in and out of each other's mouths.
"Time," I announced after ten seconds. They separated and began to laugh.
Erik turned to me. "Now you." He crossed over to me and without any reservation, took my face in his hands and placed his mouth over mine. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and he slid his tongue in, rolling it over mine. He pulled his tongue out and our mouths closed, lips pressing against each other's. He kissed my upper lip, then my lower one, then slid his tongue back into my mouth. I pushed my tongue into his, exploring the wet heat of his mouth, my head swimming.
"That's enough now," Ben said loudly. "Time is up."
I pulled away. "Whoa, dude. Well, there you have it." Erik smiled.
"Okay, can we go now?" Joe asked impatiently.
"You guys okay getting back?" Ben asked.
"Yeah, we took a cab here, so we'll just grab one back," Joe said, slipping on his jacket.
"You want me to call? I can call one."
"No, we're fine. Thanks. See you guys next week. Take it easy."
After they left, Ben flopped back down on the couch. "Wow. I am really drunk."
"I'd say," I laughed. "You nearly drank the whole bottle."
"I'll be impressed if you wake up tomorrow without a hangover." I went to the kitchen, filled a glass with water and brought it to him. "Here, drink this before you go to bed." He took it with a nod and gulped about half of it. "Call me tomorrow," I said.
He set his glass down, slowly stood up and followed me to the foyer. At the door, I turned back to him. He was swaying on his feet, so I reached out to steady him. He closed his eyes and smiled. He stepped forward and pulled me into an embrace. "I love you, buddy," he murmured in my ear.
I wrapped my arms tightly around him and replied, "I love you, too, man." We held each other for a while, the warmth of his body causing my cock to stir and stiffen again. I hugged him closer, feeling his hard cock press against mine.
My dick and balls were aching by the time I got back home. I stripped, laid down on my bed and started to pump my dick. I'd had several erections during the course of the evening, which conveyed to me to a clarity I'd never had before: I can be sexually aroused by men. It's not that I thought of myself as gay, it's just that I recognized a certain sexual fulfillment that can be experienced in relation to other men. I thought about Erik – kissing him and having him stroke my dick with his. But my thoughts turned mainly to Ben – his breath on my neck, ear pressed against my cheek, the heat from his groin. I thought about his dick – how it looked when it was hard. I didn't get far in my recollections before I blew my load with more intensity than I ever had before. Afterwards, I smeared my semen across my belly, lingering in newfound stimulation.
Coming soon ... Conference Championships!