The Game, Chapter 3

NOTE: All characters are 18 years old or older. Be safe.

I headed home not long after the dick-on-shoulder gambit. It was a Sunday and I had to be home for dinner. I spent that week trying to concentrate on school and not think too much about Kyle or the game. Wrestling was over for the year and we didn't have classes together so I didn't see him that much. I'd usually go to his apartment after school a few times a week but neither of us found the other. I wondered if he was freaked out and avoiding me. I wondered if I was freaked out and avoiding him.

Bed time was a different story. I'd often jerked off in bed before going to sleep. No Internet at this time so my imagination was my porn. It helped me get to sleep, too. Up until then my fantasies had mostly been about girls at school, sometimes in pairs. A particular favorite was going camping and having to share a sleeping bag to keep warm. Vanilla stuff, but reliable for an 18-year-old.

This week things changed, though. As much as I tried to think of breasts and smooth thighs and a silky-smooth, warm cunt my mind kept looping back to Kyle and his dick. I found myself replaying the game, but this time things were different. Instead of letting go when he got out of the shower, he'd continued to jerk me until I came. That became him jerking me and me jerking him until he finished on my stomach and dick and I finished on his.

Finally it was Friday afternoon. I hadn't seen Kyle all day and was worried/relieved that it seemed we wouldn't hang out this weekend ("hang out ha ha," I thought). I was putting stuff away in my locker when I felt a finger-shaped organ of warmth resting on my arm. I jumped back but it was actually just Kyle's finger. He laughed.

"What are you scared of, dude? It's just a finger."

I shook my head. "I know you. I know what you're capable of."

"You, too!"

I shrugged. "Hate the game, not the player."

"Can I hate both?" he said.

"Um. No. You can't hate me."

"Ha! Okay, agreed. Wanna come over tonight and play 007? There's no party but my cousin bought me a 12 pack of Natty Ice."

My stomach flipped and relief washed over me. Maybe this wasn't over.

***

We spent the evening playing games and drinking beer. We played some drinking card games, which rapidly leads to drunkenness with only two people. By 10:00 we were both loud, red-faced, and laughing at everything.

Kyle got up to pee and I shuffled the cards. He returned and stood in front of the table for a few moments. I was concentrating on the cards so I didn't glance up immediately but when I did, I beheld Kyle standing proudly, both hands on his hips, fully dressed but with his dick dangling out of his fly.

I didn't even flinch. I just pointed and laughed. "You call that a dick!?"

He frowned. "Yeah I call it a dick. What else would you call it?"

I stood up and pulled mine out. "THIS is a dick!"

He looked at mine, then at his "Seems like they're pretty similar."

They were. Mine may have been a little thicker and his was a little longer, but mostly they resembled normal, average cocks.

"Yeah, good point," I admitted.

We stood their awkwardly for a bit, both of us exposed, both of us visually comparing. Then Kyle said, "I mean, your mom really liked mine."

"Oh no you didn't say that," I growled, and leapt at him.

We'd wrestled many times but this was the first time we'd done so with both of our dicks out. He put a foot back to brace and swung me around so I fell on the floor. My reaction time was slow and we were playing so I went down easily and he fell on top of me. I felt the soft and nerve-sensitive skin of my dick rub against his sweatpants and then across his soft fleshy dick and come to a rest on his bare stomach. Then he was on top of me, grappling and squirming. Our cocks suddenly made contact. My stomach churned and a thrill went up my spine. I realized that I was hard and so was he.

He wriggled back and forth, holding my arms back, our hard-ons slipping past each other. I felt some a smear of wet but couldn't tell if it came from him or me. He pushed in with his pelvis, forcing my legs apart, and slid down so that his erection was pushing against my scrotum. More wetness.

He held my arms at my wrist and said, "Now I'm gonna fuck you, baby!" and began dry humping my balls and taint. He was taking it so far but I could take it even farther and that would make me the winner. Somehow. So I wrapped my legs around him and squealed in a girlish voice, "Oh yes Kyle! Fuck me hard!" I flexed my legs and brought him even closer in, smushed his crotch into mine. There was precum on our cocks, pubic hair, thighs, pelvis. He pushed up hard and I opened my legs so he could sit up.

He laughed, "You're so gay! That was so gay!"

"You're the one humping me with your dick, man."

Now he was sitting up fully, his ass holding down my dick, still pining me with his hands. I could easily break this but I was having such an exciting, head-buzzing time that I didn't dare. Instead, I began to hump him, as if he were riding my cock. I lifted his entire body up with my pelvic thrusts. His dick was out but his pants were still on so I couldn't penetrate him, but the angle shifted and suddenly my hard cock pushed straight against his ass cheeks and he abruptly stood up.

"Holy shit dude, you just knocked on my back door." He looked a little shaken and quickly re-holstered his dick. I lay on the floor, a little embarrassed, my hard cock point at my chin. He looked at with an odd expression, part skepticism and part leer. I thought maybe I'd taken it too far and put my hard-on away, struggling a little to get it to fit back in my pants.

He turned away and went over to a controller, sat on the floor, and fired up the game again. After a few moments, I sat up and went over to sit next to him. Things were silent and awkward. Without a word, I picked up the other controller and we began shooting each other. I realized that this whole experiment or game or whatever was probably over, and that made some deep part of me ache.