Date: Wed, 9 Jun 1999 07:06:03 EDT
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: TKE, Chapter 12

Chapter 12:  Jeff Pays Off

I headed up to my room and changed out of my good clothes.  I threw on a pair 
of trunks and a tee shirt.  I didn't bother with shoes since I wasn't going 
out.  I was just hunting for sex, and thought I knew where I could find some.

I headed towards Vance and Jeff's room, but all was quiet.  I then went to 
Ford's room, and sure enough, I heard the sounds of a party.  I knocked on 
the door.  "Who's there?"  someone asked.  "Ian," I replied.  "Let me in, I'm 
horny!" I begged.

The door opened a crack and Ford's face appeared from around the door.  A 
whiff of marijuana smoke drifted out.  "What happened to your dream date?"  
Ford asked.  I'd told him that I was hoping I wouldn't be spending the night 
at the house.

"It wasn't to be," I replied.  "At least not tonight.  Now let me in.  I have 
a royal case of blue balls."  I pushed against the door.  Ford yielded a 
little, and I slipped in.  Ford closed the door behind me.

"You're a little late," Ford said, as I looked around.  Chad was lying in one 
corner, naked, with a shit-eating grin on his face.  A dribble of drying cum 
was on the side of his cock.  Well, HE hadn't lost the game.  He bent forward 
and offered me a pipe and matches.  "Here," he said.  "Catch up."  I started 
smoking; it was good weed.  I should know; I'd sold it to Jeff a couple of 
days ago.

Ford, too, looked sated, now that I looked at him.  His cock was still 
half-hard, but had that post-orgasm look to it.  A drop of cum was still 
leaking from the head of his cock.  I stuck my finger out, rubbed it against 
the tip, then stuck it in my mouth.  That only made me hornier; I could feel 
my cock start to harden.

I looked around the room, further.  Vance naked and was on his knees near the 
end of Ford's bed, camera in hand, snapping away.  On the bed was the piece 
de resistance-Jeff was on his back, legs up in the air on Randy's shoulders, 
Randy plugging Jeff's ass.  Randy had his arms around Jeff's thighs for 
balance.  And with each thrust he grunted "Fuck," and "This is great," and 
"God this feels good."  Oh, those straight boys.

As for Jeff, he seemed to be enjoying the fucking.  His ten-inch cock was 
bobbing up and down his belly and leaking like crazy with each thrust from 
Randy.  His eyes were closed, but he had a deliriously-happy smile on his 
face.  Vance moved in, and got a great shot (as I saw later) from underneath, 
of Randy's cock going into Jeff's asshole, Randy's balls swinging back and 
forth.  Vance got up and somehow got yet another hot shot showing Jeff's hard 
pole, HIS floppy balls, and Randy's pole halfway into Jeff's gaping hole.

I looked at Ford.  I knew the rules; you didn't get fucked at Wales Tales 
until you lost the second time to the same person.  And I knew this was 
Jeff's first loss.  Ford told me, "After Jeff blew Chad and Vance and me, he 
decided his throat was sore.  He asked Randy if he would MIND fucking him 
instead of getting a blow job, and Randy almost leapt on his ass.  I guess 
Randy thinks it's okay for a straight boy to fuck a gay boy, since fucking's 
something straight boys do."  Ford shook his head, "I don't know.  He gave a 
pretty good blow job.  With practice he'd do better.  With a little help with 
his wardrobe, and a little schooling in opera or musicals, he could pass as a 
'straight-acting fag.'  What do you think?"

I smiled.  "I'm certainly willing to help out.  He can practice on me any 
time.  And I have a collar and leash which would look good on him.  And a 
whip, to help out with the training"  Ford looked at me-this was a side of me 
he didn't know.  Hell, I was only finding out for myself that I liked being 
in control as a "master."  "Now, how am I going to get off?" I mused.

Ford said, "I don't know, since the game's already done.  And it looks like 
Randy's almost done, also."  We looked over at the fucking pair.  Randy had 
given a shout, thrusting his cock as deep as it could go, holding his crotch 
tight against Jeff's ass.  Then he pumped and pumped again, grunting and 
shouting all the while.  God he was loud; I wonder if he was this loud when 
he fucked a woman.  Come to think about it, I didn't really want to know.

Jeff turned his head and looked at me.  "Hi," he said.  "You missed your 
chance.  You could have been next.  If you'd won.  Of course, if you'd lost, 
I'd be fucking you now."  Actually, he'd be getting a blow job, since I'd 
never lost to him.

"Tell you what," I boldly said.  "I have three things on.  You put three 
things on.  Then we play until one of us loses.  The other one gets to fuck 
the loser, or get sucked off by him, winner's choice."

Jeff was sitting up, now that Randy had finally removed his cock from Jeff's 
ass.  "Two can't play Tales," he reminded me.  I think he was looking for a 
way out; he knew I was a better Tales player than he was.

"Okay," I replied.  "Two others here play also.  They'll be neutral.  If they 
win they don't get anything, and if they lose they don't have to suck us.  
You choose which two."  That would at least give Jeff the semblance of a 
chance.

Jeff looked around, then he bowed first at Ford, then at Randy.  "Would you 
two do us the honor of joining us in a game of Tales?"  Of course they agreed.

Jeff bent down and picked up his shirt, pants, and underwear and set them on 
the bed.  "These are on me," he said, not bothering to actually get dressed.  
"I'll declare.  Jeff moved closer to me, Ford on one side, Randy on the other.

Jeff began, "I see three and the Prince and--"  He got a quick cadence going 
with Ford, then did a head fake to get me.  I returned the call, passed off 
to Randy, got it back, and did a head fake at Jeff but called on Ford.  Both 
of them chirped "Nay."  Since I'd called on Ford, Jeff had lost.  He picked 
up his shirt and dropped it on the floor.

Randy or Ford lost the next five rounds.  I think Ford was pretty stoned, and 
Randy was tired from fucking Jeff. Lucky for them they had nothing to lose.  
Jeff lost the next round through his own fumbling.  He picked up his pants 
and dropped them on top of his shirt.  Now he was down to his underwear while 
I still had everything on.  Jeff began again, and Randy was soon out again.

Three turns later and Jeff got a cadence going with Randy.  He switched to 
Ford and got another fast cadence going.  Then he called on ME and got a fast 
cadence going.  I moved in closer for the kill.  "Two," I called.  "Nay, Jeff 
replied.  "Who?"  I asked.  "Two,"  Jeff replied.  "Nay," I denied it.  
"Who?"  Jeff asked.  "Three," I called.  "Nay" said Jeff, and a half-second 
later Ford also said "Nay."

Jeff looked at me.  "Shit!"  He said as he picked up his underwear and threw 
it onto the floor.

"I haven't lost ANYTHING!" I said smugly.  "We have to play until I'm naked." 
 It was the wrong thing to say.  Ford had slid around mostly behind me.  
Before I could react, he'd grabbed me by my upper arms and held me tightly.  
"Get him!"  He called out.  

I started kicking out.  I couldn't use the full force of my martial arts 
training since I didn't want to hurt anyone.  But I writhed and wiggled and 
put up a good show as Jeff and Randy moved in.  They each grabbed a leg and 
lifted my feet forward and out from under me.  Jeff reached for my gym 
trunks.  He had them halfway down my legs; I stopped struggling since I 
didn't want them to get ripped as he pulled them off me.

Ford kind of hefted me up as Vance got into the act by pulling up on my 
shirt.  Somehow he and Ford managed to release one of my arms to get the 
shirt over it while still keeping my other arm pinned.    Vance came around 
my other side and soon that arm was off.  It was a simple matter for Vance to 
pull the shirt over my head as Ford kept his tight grip on me.  I noticed 
that Vance was rock hard, his little cock pointing out as he stripped me.  I 
felt Ford's hardening cock against my back; he was getting into it too.  Then 
I realized I was rock hard.  I guess I liked being held prisoner and forcibly 
stripped.

Vance and Jeff reached for my underwear just as I twisted in a futile attempt 
to escape.  Rip!  Vance fell backwards as my briefs were torn in two.  As I 
looked to make sure Vance was okay, Jeff took the opportunity to slide the 
remaining material down my leg and off.  So there I was, buck naked, held off 
the floor from behind by one naked jock, legs pulled apart by two other naked 
studs.  My COCK knew it was in for a good time; it was leaking like crazy.

Jeff decided it was time to pay off, and looked around for something to do 
with the leg he was holding.  Chad had gotten up, to watch the excitement.  
Jeff told him to come and take my leg, which he did.  I'm not sure whether 
Chad was holding up my leg, or my leg was bracing him and keeping him from 
falling over.  With nothing else to do with my hands, I put them around 
Vance's and Chad's shoulders, and helped to hold my weight up.

Jeff knelt between my legs.  With one hand he guided my cock into his mouth 
and started sucking.  Jeff's other hand found my balls.  He started massaging 
them, the stretching them to the bottom of my sac.  Jeff discovered that when 
he squeezed them, or stretched them extra far, my cock hardened yet more, the 
head oozed more pre-cum, and I gave a sigh of pleasure.  Not wanting to 
disappoint me, he played more and more with his new-found toy, my balls.  The 
line between pain and pleasure must be mighty thin; my balls felt wonderful 
that night; the next morning they were kind of sore.  But I'd discovered yet 
another facet of my sexuality.

Randy by that time had realized that he, a straight boy, was not in a very 
good spot.  He looked around, as if looking for a way to escape.  Vance moved 
in and took Randy's place holding up my leg.  HE knew a good thing when he 
saw it.  Randy backed away, then looked around for his clothes and started 
pulling them on.  Randy didn't want to be part of an orgy, at least not one 
made up of just men.  Pity.  He'd been quite good in the middle, with one 
cock up his ass and the other down his throat.  The last I saw of him, not 
that I was paying much attention, things being what they were, Randy was 
heading for the door as fast as he could.

Vance stood there holding up my leg.  Then he realized that Jeff's shoulder 
would make a good resting place; it would leave him with at least one hand 
free.  That hand somehow found its way to the tit closest to him.  He started 
playing with it.  Once it hardened, and he could get a grip, he started 
tweaking it, then running just his thumbnail over the tip.  That started me 
bucking, so Vance backed off, but not for long.

Chad decided that what Vance was doing to me looked like fun.  Soon the leg 
in Chad's hands was resting on Jeff's shoulder, with one of Chad's hand's 
helping to support it.  Chad's other hand found it's way to my free tit.  
Once it was hard, Chad bent forward and got his mouth on it.  That left a 
hand once again free; it was soon squeezing and massaging my shoulder, then 
rubbing up and down my back.

Then Ford, behind me decided HE had to get into the act.  He moved his arms 
around, and suddenly he was holding me up with only one hand under my arms, 
close to my shoulders.  That left HIM with one hand free.  He kind of hoisted 
me up a little, a stretched his free hand down a little, and suddenly I felt 
a hand tickling along my ass crack.  I relaxed there, as best I could, and 
tried to make my ass inviting.  Evidently I succeeded; I soon felt Ford's 
middle finger up my ass as far as it could go.  The rest of his fingers and 
palm helped to support me.

Jeff, in the meantime, was sliding my cock in and out of his mouth.  He found 
he could do it without hands, so the at left HIM with one hand free.  The 
other hand was still working on my balls, stretching and kneading and 
squeezing them.  Jeff decided to go for the gold, so to speak, and slid his 
free hand under my balls towards my hole.  

There he encountered Ford's finger.  Jeff decided if there was room for ONE 
finger, there was certainly room for two.  Jeff had the decency to pull his 
hand back and stick a finger in his mouth.  Once it was liberally covered 
with his saliva and my pre-cum, he moved his hand back towards its goal.  
Ford felt what was going on, and wiggled and pulled his finger upward to make 
room for Jeff's.  Luckily my asshole was VERY relaxed or I would have been in 
real pain.  As it was, I just squeezed my ass muscles around the two-fingered 
invasion.

No one had been saying much.  I was certainly too busy to do much besides 
grunt and squeal with pleasure (well, wouldn't YOU, if you were held up by 
four studs, one of whom was sucking you off and working your nuts, another 
with his finger up your ass, and two more working on your tits like 
all-get-out?  Then Ford broke the silence.

"Hey, Chad and Vance," he said.  "Jeff and I have a finger up Ian's hole.  
You wanna see if there's room for one of your?"  Well, of course THEY thought 
that was a GREAT idea.  Vance shifted himself so he could still work on my 
tit with one hand and sort of support me on Jeff's shoulder.  He kind of bent 
sideways and reached for my ass.  Once Ford and Jeff felt his probing finger, 
they pulled their fingers apart, stretching my poor hole.  That left room for 
Vance to wiggle HIS finger up my ass.  Now there were THREE fingers in there 
(I realize that to some of you three fingers is no big deal, but the fingers 
belonged to three different guys, and each was pulling in a different 
direction.

Chad already had a hand free, the hand which had been massaging my shoulder 
and back.  He had no trouble sliding it down my back towards my ass.  The 
three fingers there made a nice triangle, and a convenient spot for HIM to 
insert his finger.  Now FOUR fingers were up my ass, both tits were being 
worked on hard, my cock was being sucked by a pro and my balls were being 
stretched and worked for all they were worth.

So naturally I came.  And came.  And started bucking with pleasure and at the 
intensity; my whole body felt like it was tingling and being worked on.  I 
thrust my hips forward, driving my cock even further down Jeff's throat.  He 
held onto my balls, squeezing out every last drop of cum.  As for my poor 
tits?  One of them had TEETH marks on it the next morning; Vance's I think.  

And yet they still worked on me.  I was sated but they kept working on me.  
My cock head now felt like the nerves were on fire; it was no longer pleasure 
but agony I was feeling.  My balls were stretched and drained and sore.  My 
tits felt like they'd never be normal again.  And my asshole felt like it'd 
been stretched big enough to hold a Jeff Stryker dildo.  Well, maybe not THAT 
big-I didn't want to give my fraternity brothers any ideas.

Finally they decided they were through with me.  Jeff's mouth came off of my 
cock.  Chad and Vance let go of my tits and pulled their fingers from my 
hole.  Ouch!  Easy there!  Then Jeff pulled his finger out, but kept his hand 
on my ass, helping to hold me up as Ford pulled his finger out.  I felt my 
asshole slamming shut with relief.  Vance and Chad sort of worked my feet off 
of Jeff's shoulders and onto the floor.  Ford lifted me up and soon I was 
standing, trying to recover.

And yet Jeff still had hold of my nuts.  He looked up at me, knowingly.  He 
whispered something at me, but I couldn't quite hear it.  I made out the 
words "balls" and "mine" and something about "working on them."  I think I 
felt him squeeze my balls extra hard as he said the word "mine," but to tell 
you the truth, my balls were just too sore to be thinking or feeling clearly.

Jeff got up and the spell was broken.  We started laughing hysterically, all 
the more so when Chad turned to Vance and said, "No WONDER you like this 
fraternity!"  We actually had to hold Vance up to keep him from falling he 
was laughing so hard.

I had to sit down after my ordeal.  I guess Jeff was tired too, he'd been 
kneeling and holding me up for quite a while.  I found a pipe and bag of dope 
next to me, and absent-mindedly filled the pipe and lit it.  I took a long 
hit, then passed the pipe to Jeff.  He took his turn, then passed the pipe to 
one of the other guys who were standing around waiting to see it anything 
else was going to happen.

Then Jeff looked over at the clock and said, "Oh, shit!  I have practice 
tomorrow at nine o'clock!  I'm outta here."  With that he got up and 
hurriedly started pulling on his pants, not bothering with his underwear.  
Vance looked questioningly at Chad, who nodded.  Now THEY were starting to 
get dressed.  Ford, whose room it was, started wandering around and cleaning 
up, throwing out some empty beer cans, putting glasses on one table to take 
down to the kitchen tomorrow, emptying an ashtray of ashes and putting the 
roaches back into the dope bag.

I got the hint and stood up and started pulling on my trunks-my underwear was 
history.  I pulled my shirt on over my head and considered myself "dressed."  
Jeff and I actually made it to the door at the same time.

"Thanks," I said to him.  "You can lose at Tales to me ANY time you want!"

Jeff's hand was hidden by the door so that no one else could see what he was 
doing.  He reached across his body and grabbed me roughly by the balls 
through my trunks.  He gave them a quick, hard squeeze as he said, in a low 
voice which only I could hear, "I think I'M going to have fun with these the 
next time we get together."

He did.