Date: Thu, 02 Dec 1999 17:12:47 PST From: James Truett Subject: Clay Called Part 2 (auth, t/t, oral) Clay Called Part 2 Our weekly game started at Jimmy Truett's house again at seven. There was Jimmy, Joe, and I. Clay was usually at our game but did not show up tonight. Last Thursday the betting was fast and furious. Jimmy and Clay started a side bet that quickly got out of hand. Joe looked at Jimmy as he said, "I guess you've fucked up our card game. Clay won't ever come around after last week". It was last week when Clay was short ten dollars on the last hand and when Jimmy had offered to give him credit. But there was one catch: If Clay had won the pot would belong to him but if he lost he would owe Jimmy a blowjob. Joe and I begged Clay to just walk away because the bet was too risky. Clay lost when the four queens hit the table and was soon on his knees in kitchen with Jimmy. Jimmy's jeans and shorts were on the floor and his large cock was going down Clay's throat. He had made a serious mistake when he called. The remark by Joe seemed to bother Jimmy. "He knew what he was doing when he called me. Anyway the fag liked my cock, Clay even . . ." Jimmy paused. "Umm, He lost." I wondered what Jimmy was about to say. What did Clay want? Joe was still angry with Jimmy when he said, "I'm out of here". As he left, I asked Jimmy what he was about to say? What did Clay want? Jimmy looked at me, "I just got carried away, let it drop". That night I kept thinking of Clay on his knees with Jimmy's dick in his mouth. As this image came into my vision, my cock became harder then ever. I must have jerked off fifteen times thinking of the scene in Jimmy's kitchen. The next afternoon, I could not stop thinking about Jimmy's statement. I had to find out what he meant. It was after school when I arrived at Clay's house. Clay's mom answered the doorbell and told that Clay was in his room. I headed down the hall to his bedroom. "How come you didn't show up last night?" I asked him as I entered his room. I thought, "Great just blurt it out, why not just ask him if he had sucked any good dicks lately". Clay just looked away as he said he had felt bad last night. "We missed you, um, we never played, not much fun with three", I replied. Clay never looked my way as I started to hear a faint sniffle. I whispered, "What's the matter, I'm your friend, last weeks over, just forget it". Clay now was weeping loudly. My mind was telling me, "get out of here, its to early, you should have stayed out of this". Clay was my friend so I could not stand to have him hurting like he was. I tried to console Clay with, "come on its not that bad". He turned and glared at me as he said "which time." I did not understand his comment. If I could do it over, I would never have asked what he meant by "which time". As he sat on his bed, he told me his story, "Jimmy called me last Friday to apologize for Thursday night. He said he just got carried away. I told him that was "OK", that I let my mouth overload my ass. I was not mad at Jimmy for I was the stupid one that called the bet. You and Joe even told me to let it go." Clay continues, "Jimmy said he was going down to McDees to get a coke and asked if I wanted to go along. I thought, "Shit I've gotta face him sooner or latter". So I went with him." Clay continues, "We talked about school, his car, the weather and every thing else but we never mentioned that night. Jimmy was taking me home when "the" subject finally came up. Jimmy said, `I didn't think you would do it, I was just going to bluff you, you know, make you feel bad, um, I don't know why you let me put it in your, why you sucked me'." Clay continues, "I never thought of it as "I had sucked him". I just thought Jimmy had "made me" take his hard cock in my mouth. I never answered his question as I got out of his car. I just kept thinking, "Did I do it or did he make me do it?" I don't think I slept an hour Friday night." Clay continues, "I called Jimmy early Saturday morning as I said, "Jimmy, can we meet, I need to talk to you." He picked me up and we drove out toward the beach. "What do you need to talk about?" Jimmy asked. I slowly let my thoughts out to Jimmy, ` you said I sucked you, I didn't have a choice. You made me suck you'." Clay continues, "Jimmy looked confused as he replied, `When we entered the kitchen, I was just goofing with you, but, um you, you got down on your knees in front of me and stared at my crotch, I still thought I would bluff you, um, when I told you to take it out'." Clay continues, "Jimmy eyes started to cloud over as he went on, `When you unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, um, I guess I just lost it, you kept staring at it saying `don't make me do it' as you were jerking me off, and I don't know why, I just moved it toward your lips and you gulped it down. I tried to pull it out but you had a grip on my ass and I couldn't withdraw, your mouth felt so warm, so good, I've never had sex, um, a blow job before, and, you were holding me in your mouth, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please. . .'." Clay continues, "Both Jimmy and I cried that morning. I remembered sucking Jimmy and then I remembered the lust that consumed me as I was kneeling before him. My inhibitions were down my mind was telling me "You lost the hand, pull it out, put it in you mouth, suck, swallow." But I needed to be forced to suck his cock." Clay continues, "I guess all the talk and the remembering caused my cock to harden again. I thought, "Shit you've sucked him once, you've swallowed his load, and he liked it, yes, he liked it, and you liked it". I was real nervous when I looked at Jimmy and told him, I'm the one, not you, I'm sorry." Clay continues, "He looked at me and asked me what I meant by "I'm the one." I looked out the side of the car as I replied, "I'm the one that sucked you, I liked it, no need to be sorry, and I liked doing it." Jimmy then asked, "You liked sucking my cock, does that mean you're gay, are you a fag?" All I could do was nod as I replied, I don't know, but I would do it again if you would let me." Clay continues, "I still don't know why I wanted his cock in my mouth again. Jimmy drove to the dunes and parked. He started undressing as he opened his door. He was completely naked sitting on the trunk of the car as I started to pull his rod to full mast. I sucked Jimmy real slow and long. I licked his balls and took his load. I never spilled a drop." Clay continues, "We spent the whole weekend together. I think, I took twelve loads from him. You need to understand, I'm the one who called the bet, I'm the one who likes to suck Jimmy, and I'm the fag." I know my comment must have sounded real intelligent and must have consoled my friend as I said "wow."