Date: Wed, 20 May 1998 02:02:04 -0700 From: Wesley Dodds Subject: House of Cards Disclaimer: This story is for adults who like to read about male/male sexual situations and incest. If you are not of age in your area, or find such things abhorent, go to another website. Any cogent comments or constructive criticism can go to wesleydodds@bigfoot.com I couldn't wait for classes to be over for the day. As a sophomore in high school, the days seemed to stretch endlessly. I was a bored, anxious, hormone on legs. Even though I was horny, I couldn't even decide what I preferred better: men or women. I hadn't even a clue of what was to come next. The final bell rang, and I looked up from my desk which was in the back of Mr. Collins' English class. I leapt up from my desk, ready to go to whatever might happen. Anything was better than being bored to death by that old blowhard. Just as I was closing my locker, my best friend Erik walked up. "So... what are you gonna do tonight, Steve?", Erik asked as he slumped against the bank of lockers. "Not much, I was just going to do some homework.", I looked up at Erik, "What's on your mind?" "Well," Erik said,"I thought we could go over to my house and play video games." "That works for me, let's go!", I picked up my backpack, and we headed towards Erik's house. Once we got to Erik's, we went up to his attic bedroom; fully prepared to conquer the Nintendo. We put in a cartridge, and began to play. Sweat began to form on both of our brows, and I started to notice a side of Erik I had never seen. As Erik's brow furrowed with concentration, his dirty blonde hair began to hang over his left eye. I wasn't paying enough attention to the game... I lost. "You've never played this badly before.", Erik commented, "In fact, I have never beaten you before at this game what's up?" I brushed the hair out of my eyes, " Nothing's wrong I guess I just wasn't concentrating." "Whatever.", Erik turned off the Nintendo, "So, what do you want to do now?" "I don't know.", but as I said that an idea began to form in my mind, "WAIT! I know... let's play poker." "Cool.", Erik got up, "I'll go get the cards." I tried to look as calm as I could. I wondered if Erik felt like I did. I was excited and afraid. I knew I had reached the point of no return. I flung my worries to the wind, and steeled my resolve as Erik returned. "Here you go, Steve," Erik dropped the deck in my lap, "one fresh deck of cards." I snatched the deck up, ripping the cellophane off the pack as Erik sat across from me indian style. I opened the box and slid the cards out; shuffling and reshuffling the deck until I felt that all was in order. Erik's voice broke me from my reverie, "Are you gonna deal the cards or just play with them?" "Sorry...", I said as I quickly dealt the hand, "what should we play for?" "Well," Erik mused, "how about that the loser has to do what ever the winner says for one hour?" "Fine," I replied, "but make it the best two of three." "Deal," Erik picked up his cards and looked at them carefully, "prepare to serve me well, slave boy." Erik had never talked nasty before. I liked it! I looked at my hand; it was bad, all I had was a pair of twos and the rest was worthless. I kept the twos and threw the rest away. My draw didn't save me, Erik had three jacks. "Hah! I win.", Erik snatched up the deck for his deal, "I hope you're feeling servile, slave!" "Deal," I said, challenging him, "you haven't won yet!" I beat him in that hand, and I beat him in the next. I was blessed with the luck of the Irish, and I couldn't wait for my prize. "I believe you have a debt to pay," I said to Erik as I shuffled the cards,"but what shall I have you do?" Erik looked up at me with irritation, and I couldn't decide how to tell Erik what I wanted him to do. Then it hit me. "Slaveboy Erik," I ordered,"you will remove all clothing but your underwear and socks, after which you will go downstairs and get me a beer." With not a little bit of protesting, Erik did as I demanded, and brought me a beer. Without having to tell him, he also got one for himself. Continuing with my plan, I spilled beer on my pants. "Slave!", I called out,"you are needed!" Erik looked over at me, set his beer down, and came over to where I was sitting. "I have spilled beer on my pants," I said, attempting to be authoritative,"and I need you to remove them before the stain sets." I put my hands up over my head so Erik would get the idea of what he was supposed to do. Erik just stared at me. "I don't know man," Erik said as he fidgeted,"this is going too far." "Do you want me to tell everyone at school that you welched on a bet?", I queried as I stared him squarely in the eyes,"You have work to do!" Erik undid my belt, removing it from my belt loops. I heard the mettalic clink of the buckle hitting the floor as he dropped it. Erik's fingers touched the top button of my jeans, slowly unbuttoning it. I was in agonized anticipation as his fingers slowly brought my zipper down. The sound of my lowering zipper filled the room as if it was being amplified a million times. "Get down on your knees," I said hoarsely,"and finish the job." Erik didn't hesitate. His knees hit the floor; his hands were on my butt, and I felt my jeans sliding to the floor. Now my pants were bunched around my ankles, and Erik was face to face with my dick a dick still encased in my blue jockeys. I stepped out of my pants and walked across the room, sitting down in a chair next to his desk. "Slave! Get over here," I glowered going for broke,"you aren't done yet." Erik was still mesmerized. He walked over to me with a glazed look in his eyes. I wondered if he had wanted me as I long as I had wanted him. Erik was now standing in front of me, and it was evident that I wasn't the only one with a hardon. He was completely hard, and was almost breaking out of his briefs, a smear of precum was beginning to soak the crotch. Then he dropped to his knees without me even having to ask. I couldn't believe my luck. Silence became thick in the room, it had been a minute since Erik had kneeled before me. I was getting hotter by the second, and I was ready for Erik to get up and leave, when his hand went toward my underwear. I closed my eyes and felt my jockeys being lifted and put under my balls. No one but me had ever handled my dick before, I couldn't believe the sensations! Erik jacked me a couple of times, then I felt something incredible. Erik put my dick in his mouth. All I could do was whimper and purr my pleasure. Then all hell broke loose. "I can't find the remote, Erik...", Erik's older brother Mike said as he opened the door,"HEY, what are you two doing!" We were in major trouble. I looked up helplessly at Mike as Erik pulled off of my dick. "Don't stop on my account little brother," Mike said as he shut the door,"I hate to interrupt when you are busy." "You aren't going to tell Mom and Dad," Erik whimpered,"are you?" "Not as long as you do as I say." Mike glowered,"Now get back to work!" Erik returned to sucking me off, as Mike walked up behind him. Mike watched both of us as he undid his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He didn't wear any underwear, so his nine inch dick leapt to full attention, slapping against his belly. Mike got on his knees and pulled Erik's briefs off. "Oh yeah," Mike said, running his hands over Erik's butt,"this is gonna be good." If Erik was bothered by his impending loss of virginity, he didn't show it. Mike spit in his hands a couple of times, rubbing it into Erik's butthole, then he put his hands on Erik's shoulders, and forced his dick up Erik's ass. I was in nirvana; I was getting my dick sucked by a guy who drove me wild, and I got to watch him get fucked by his own hot stud of a brother. Mike and I moaned in unison; Erik was giving both of us the ride of a life time. Erik sucked like he was thirsty and I was an oasis. The sounds of moaning grew until I screamed with my orgasm, them Mike leaned over and bit Erik's shoulder as he shot his load up his ass. We all layed there for awhile, until Mike got up and left the room. Erik and I looked at each other and smiled. I slept over that night, and twenty years later we still share the same bed.