Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2017 03:31:12 -0400
From: Sam Johnson <samjohnson665@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Games Room Chapter 2

The Games Room
by Sam Johnson


CHAPTER TWO - BEN'S GAME

[Ben is undecided on what to do with the boys he discovered mucking around
in the games room.]

* * *

Unbelievable! Xavier's little bro and two of his friends! In the games
room, going at it like randy little rabbits! I stood at the door watching
'em for a few minutes -- they didn't even notice I'd come in.

I was in two minds. I mean, it looked pretty harmless -- boys that age
wanking each other off, no big deal. I could have just quietly shut the
door and left 'em to it.

But part of me remembered how fun it was, mucking around like that. I'm
seventeen now, and haven't done that sort of stuff for over three years. Me
and Xavier are dedicated girl-chasers now and it's the best.

Up until three months ago I had a hot girlfriend and did almost as much
fucking as I wanted (although, being with one girl only for five months
wasn't so great). But without Wendy, the fucking had dried up a bit --
well, alright, totally stopped. Going to an all-boys school limits a guy's
chances and, round here, the only girls that are an easy fuck aren't all
that hot. Although, as Xavier always says, a fuck's a fuck. One thing I
really hated: my sex life, for the moment, had returned to being nothing
more than jerking off in bed or, for an extra thrill, the shower.

A fuck is a fuck...

There were two senior boys at school, in Year 12, who boasted about chasing
after junior boys. No one was sure whether they were just joking around,
pretending to be outrageous, or whether they really did fuck younger
boys. I remember James, one of the two, telling me a bunch of stuff about
it, how common it was in history for macho guys to fuck boys as well as
women. Weird shit, but he seemed serious. Xavier reckoned James was just a
fag trying to justify himself. Who knows. As I say, I was happily committed
to pussy and didn't give it much thought.

But standing at the games room door... Jesus, they were into it. Especially
Cal -- I knew him from the footy club -- he had a condom on while Xavier's
little bro Jackson wanked him off. I didn't know the name of the other boy,
a smaller dude...probably if you were going to use a boy to replace a girl,
he'd be perfect, sorta slim and cute and smooth -- geez, the last girl I'd
managed to fuck looked like a trucker compared to him!

So I didn't close the door. I didn't really have a plan or a definite idea
to do anything sexy, but, it was a boring Sunday afternoon, too bloody hot
outside...so I couldn't resist having a bit of fun with it.

So I yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!"

You should have seen 'em! Poor little bastards absolutely shit
themselves. Got into their shorts in about three seconds flat -- didn't
even worry about their undies.

I repeated my question. "What are you guys doing?"

Silence, apart from Cal still breathing heavy.

I pretended to be all shocked and angry. "Jackson, does Xavier know you're
gay?"

"I'm not," the boy mumbled. He was wiping one hand on his shorts, and with
the other, trying to push his erection down out of existence. They were all
trying to work that reverse magic trick.

"I'm no expert, but if guys take their clothes off and start fucking each
other, that's pretty gay."

"We didn't...it wasn't like that," Jackson countered shakily.

"So what were you doing?" I asked.

Three silent boys looked at the floor.

"Cal," I said, "why are you wearing a condom?" He hadn't taken it off in
the mad scramble to get covered.

Cal evaded the question. "We were...it was, just, a bet. We were playing
pool."

I felt bad at how much I was enjoying torturing the poor lads. "Playing
pool? And your shorts accidentally fell off? And you accidentally put a
condom on and started wanking each other? It's a real bitch when that
happens, isn't it?"

The little fella piped up gamely, "I had to strip off -- I didn't get any
of my balls in, against Cal, so, it's the rules, I had to strip."

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Liam."

"Do you know James Harrison from school, in Year 12?"

Liam shook his head.

"How about you two?" I said to Cal and Jackson, who both shook their
heads. I smiled to myself: I knew James was full of shit.

"Well," I said after a pause, "I'm going to have to tell your parents about
this."

Looks of abject dread. Jackson said, "C'mon, Ben, you don't have to. It was
just mucking around -- we won't do it again."

I was relentless. "I'll have to tell the school as well. There's a program
for boys who think they're gay -- Mr. Brown runs it, I think."

Cal was so very serious as he said, "You don't have to tell." Then added,
"My Dad would kill me."

I shook my head at the whole dreadful mess and, thinking on it, wandered
over to the pool table.

Suddenly I remembered something. A plan sprung instantly into hilarious
existence. I really did want to muck around with these boys now.

I walked over to the sideboard against the wall, knelt to pull out the
bottom drawer. I searched through the junk stored there...it had to be
here, Xavier had taken it to a party as a joke a few weeks back... Yes!
Found it.

"Okay," I said, turning to the boys with a cardboard box in my
hands. "Maybe we can sort this out here, work out whether you're gay or
not, so I might not have to tell anyone."

They stared with slight hopeful frowns, glimpsing a chance to escape shame
and ruin.

"What is it?" Jackson asked. All eyes were on the cardboard box.

"A girl," I said, walking over to them with it.

It changed the atmosphere in an instant -- the boys cracking a smile for
the first time, looking at each other with a puzzled laugh. Cal said,
"There's a girl in there? She must be pretty small."

"She's inflatable," I said.

Jackson twigged, broke into a big smile. "Yeah, I know! It's a blow up doll
-- I saw Xavier with it a few weeks back -- but he wouldn't let me see it."

Liam asked, "What does it do?"

"Don't call her 'it'," I told him sternly. "Her name is Esmerelda. And
she's very pleased to meet you."

That got a great hoot of laughter. I lifted the lady in question from her
resting place and began blowing her up. She was a very cheap, basic model,
but the boys thought she was the funniest thing they'd seen since cartoons
were invented.

It was fun to watch them as I got her nice and firmly inflated. Men, in a
group sex situation focussed on a single girl, tend to stay clear of one
another as they circle and watch, like a bunch of north poles repelling one
another. These boys automatically huddled close like pups in a litter,
pushing and jostling at each other.

"Nice tits, lady!" Liam yelled, grabbing 'em with both hands and going
"Honk, Honk!"

"Careful, Liam!" Jackson pulled his friend back. "He hasn't finished
blowing it up yet."

Only for Cal to step forward, as I got her plug in, to try and stick a
finger in her pink pussy hole. "Nice pussy, baby!"

More baying laughter, but I pulled her out of reach, stood her beside me
with a protective arm around her. "Hey, c'mon, fellas -- at least introduce
yourselves first."

I took her over to the couch, like the pied piper with his hypnotised
minions following, and laid her down.

"Who's first?" I said, turning to the gathered troops.

Cal immediately pushed Liam from behind. "Liam has to -- he lost at pool."

"Fuck off, Cal!" Liam cried, leaping back. "I already stripped off 'cos of
that -- you do it."

I said, "Fellas, you've got to learn some manners. Think about Esmerelda
and what she wants."

The boys turned to look at the pale pink plastic lady lying patiently, legs
(but no feet) parted in a neat 'V', arms (but no hands) right-angled upward
to embrace her lover, red mouth hole and pink pussy hole open and
waiting. Liam, in full scamp mode, again grabbed her tits, then got her by
the back of the neck and, like a ventriloquist, said in a high pitched
voice, "Oh, please, I want Cal to have sex with me, he's my boyfriend and
his dick is real big."

Cal responded with a sudden explosion of his athletic strength, grabbing
Liam round the waist and hurling him onto the couch, knocking poor wobbly
Esmerelda all about. Liam, struggling to escape, was laughing too hard to
get out the words, "Fuck off, Cal!"

Jackson was laughing along, but was a bit more stand-offish -- I reckoned
he was probably still worried I'd be telling Xavier about this. But he
couldn't resist this, and grabbed Liam's flailing feet to help get the boy
lying down on top of Esmerelda.

Liam squealed and thrashed about on bouncy Esmerelda. "Help! Rape! Rape!"

"YOU are supposed to rape HER, dummy!" Cal cried -- he was real lit up by
this, the colour back in his cheeks, tenting his shorts again.

Jackson grabbed Liam's shorts and yanked 'em down, exposing the kid's
little butt... Christ, as he wriggled around there, I felt a sudden sharp
urge to fuck him -- something I immediately blocked -- no way I was doing
that, this was just mucking around -- his little bottom looked too small,
anyway.

As Jackson worked the boy's shorts down and off, Cal was strenuously trying
to line Liam's hips up with the doll's pussy. "Stick it in, Liam!"

But Liam was way off the mark, his dick must have been rubbing the doll at
about mid-thigh. Cal tried putting a hand on each of Liam's little butt
cheeks and giving a succession of shoves, trying to kick start some fucking
or something, but all he managed to do was spread Liam's buttocks apart,
showing his tight little sphincter. The boys cracked up at that, and it
caused such a caterwauling from Liam that Cal couldn't resist doing it
again, deliberately gripping his soft mounds to pull 'em apart, but Jackson
said, "Cal..." with a note of warning, so Cal gave his butt a final slap
and let it alone.

As entertaining as all this was, I called a halt to proceedings. This was
supposed to be my game, after all.

"That's no way to treat a lady," I admonished them as they left off their
wrestling and faced me. "Liam, apologise to Esmerelda -- I think you almost
punctured her leg."

Liam never missed a chance to act the goat. Pushing himself up off the doll
he said, "Sorry, Ma'am, for fucking you -- here, I'll kiss it better."

"Except you didn't fuck her," Cal insisted pedantically. "You never stuck
your dick in her pussy."

Liam gave the doll a smacking big kiss, once on each breast, then sprang
off the couch, his full stiffy back on display. As he grabbed his shorts
off the floor, and prepared to put 'em back on, I said, "No, no, leave 'em
off, Liam." Then to all of them: "This is supposed to be an orgy, fellas,
and it's very bad manners for anyone to remain clothed."

"An orgy," Liam laughed, squeezing his erection. "We're doing an orgy..."

I led the way, hauled off my T-shirt and dropped my shorts and undies, the
three boys watching. I was half-hard, but, Jesus, being watched like that,
I was fully up in seconds. Exactly how deviant was I?

"Yours is huge!" Liam cried, making everyone laugh.

"I am older," I said modestly, but I couldn't help puffing my chest out a
bit. I'm hung pretty good, actually -- not "huge" but bigger than
average. One of the girls I fucked, who sleeps around a fair bit, said I
was the biggest she'd had. "Come on," I said to Jackson and Cal, "don't
keep poor Esmerelda waiting."

They were a bit hesitant now, a bit shy about comparing their boy-cocks to
the full-grown thing. But Jackson wasn't a boy to shirk his duty, and
pulled his shorts down, showing his full arousal.

Cal certainly didn't want to be left the odd boy out, and quickly followed
suit. But it was hard not to laugh at him -- and Jackson and Liam did -- at
the used condom hanging comically off the end his hard cock. Having gone
soft before throwing another boner, the slimy rubber had almost come off,
the end of it now hanging right down with a little pool of his semen in it.

I moved to take it off him. "You don't need this, buddy," I told him. "I
promise, if you get Esmerelda pregnant, you won't have to marry her."

I don't know why, but I was surprised at just how hard his cock was, or
maybe surprised at the feel of it, like it was a more serious fuck tool
than his boyish development suggested. The condom slipped off easily and I
felt his cock, got the full length of it in my fist, all slippery with his
cum. "You ready to go again already, Cal?"

Cal just gave a little laugh.

Liam was squeezing his cock and pushing his hips out. "Me too. I'm ready to
go again." He seemed irritated at having been bumped from centre stage.

"You never jizzed," Cal shot back at him. "So you can't 'go again'." And I
couldn't help enjoying this frisson of competition for my attention.

Only Jackson remained a little aloof -- he was rock hard, and occasionally
playing with himself, but, with that masculine form starting to bud on him,
he seemed to be trying on a more manly role, keeping himself a bit
independent. Which was funny, because I felt like doing the exact opposite,
felt like carrying on like a silly stiffy-wielding twelve-year-old.

Coming close, Liam said, "Put the condom on me," pushing his cock at me
with an insistence that made me laugh. I held the condom out to
Jackson. "Could you take care of him?" I asked, one man to another.

Jackson nodded. "Yeah, alright," he said, carefully taking the dangling
rubber.

Liam was more than happy with that, swinging his cock in Jackson's
direction. "Put it on all the way, then I'll stick it in the girl's pussy,"
he said like a seasoned pro.

"Ow!" Cal suddenly whispered, flinching back as I started masturbating him.

"Still a bit sore from the last one?" I asked him.

"Mm."

"You ever jerk off twice in a row?"

Cal frowned at my hand still on him but not moving. "Um, nah...not straight
away."

"It hurts a bit," I said, "but it gets real hot and nasty. Wanna try?"

He gave a shy little snort. I started to gently stroke him, but noticed his
foreskin wouldn't retract very far, was a bit tight, and the second I
started seeing how far back it'd go, he winced sharply and grabbed my hand.

"Shit, don't, it doesn't go back..."

I let him go as he put a protective hand in front of his cock, peering down
at it, squeezing the foreskin forward over his knob.

Beside us, Jackson had got the condom fully onto his friend and was
squashing the head of Liam's dick around in the semen-filled tip -- and it
sure got a sharp reaction from the smaller boy, tummy sucked right in as he
told Jackson earnestly that he was probably going to shoot some jizz out
soon.

"Like mine," Jackson said. The boy's fierce erection had a little drop of
dew forming at the tip.

Liam reached to carefully wipe it with his finger -- Jackson letting him --
then looked at it, sniffed it -- Jackson going, "Liam..." -- then wiped it
on his tummy. Then Liam got an impatient look as he grabbed at Jackson's
hand still loosely on his cock and started trying to rub himself hard.

I said to Jackson, "Make sure to rub the jizz round the base of his cock --
it'll help him start growing pubic hair."

"Really?" Jackson asked, looking at me.

"Sure. It's powerful stuff -- makes babies grow, so why not some pubes."

Liam took it as gospel. He fingered his own balls, where Cal's semen was
leaking down -- but Jackson pulled his hand away and said, "Don't, Liam --
I'll do it."

Jackson fondled Liam's balls while he squeezed some more boy-juice down the
length of the condom, got it dribbling out and running down to where
Jackson gathered it on his fingers. Then he smeared it on Liam's smooth
bare pubic region just above his dick, rubbed it in like ointment in a
small circular patch.

"Beautiful," I said. "By tomorrow morning you'll have a hairy jungle down
there."

Liam laughed, then rubbed his cum-sticky fingers on his chest. "And a hairy
chest." He did a quick cute Tarzan call, beating on his chest.

"And here," Jackson said, and shot his hand up into Liam's smooth armpit,
the lad instantly jack-knifing sideways at the tickling.

When Jackson let him alone, Liam stood back up, lifted his arm high to show
a silvery smear on the smooth skin. Liam screwed his face up. "I don't want
hairy armpits."

"What's wrong with hairy armpits?" I asked, lifting an arm to show mine.

Liam looked. "Well, yeah, like that is alright -- but not like my dad's."

Jackson then approached Liam and tried to push his fingers into Liam's
other armpit. But Liam was too quick this time, leaping out of the way. "No
way! It tickles!"

Jackson followed him, eyes lit up now, backing the boy toward the
couch. "But you can't have one hairy armpit -- you'll be a freak."

Liam considered that -- the thought of having one hairy armpit would worry
anyone. "Well, I'll do it, then." And he reached down to the leaky condom
to get some semen.

"You can't," Jackson argued. "You can't do it yourself, Liam, it won't
work."

I liked the kid's quick thinking. "He's right, Liam -- you have to let
Jackson do it."

Liam grudgingly relented. "Well you're not allowed to tickle!" he told
Jackson seriously.

Cal found his friends' game irresistible and started over toward them --
but I quickly put a hand out, flat against his tummy, and said, "Wait,
let's see what they do..."

"I'll put some of mine on," Jackson said, reaching for his own hard cock,
squeezing it, milking a decent little dribble of clear nectar from
himself. For a moment his eyes closed as he gave a hint of a shudder...that
boy was ready to explode like a peach pit from a winepress. But, boy-man
that he was, Jackson stuck to the job at hand. He moved his two glistening
fingers straight at Liam's armpit.

Liam, face screwed up in horrible anticipation, had raised his arm to show
his smooth little pit. "Just wipe it on," he said. "Don't tickle."

Jackson was very gentle, wiping his two fingertips lightly across the
softest part, getting the mixture of his own precum and Cal's semen onto
the boy. But then, moving just a little closer, taking hold of Liam's other
arm, he began to prod his fingers in hard -- started a sudden full-on
tickling of the boy.

Liam's reaction was electric, an ear-splitting squeal of protest, leaping
back, falling backwards on the couch -- Jackson following quick, using both
hands to tickle the boy's entire rib cage and back up into his armpits.

"Fuck! Don't! Oh please, Jackson! Stop!" Poor little Liam flailed but was
trapped on the couch, Jackson above him, a knee either side, constantly
wrestling the boy back in position so he could torture his unbearably
sensitive flanks.

Until Jackson suddenly stopped tickling and firmly pressed Liam's shoulders
into the couch, about halfway up the back, his straining little torso laid
out flat. Jackson spread his knees wider and then rubbed his cock directly
onto Liam's. He took a moment to reach down and tug the condom off his
friend, the last of Cal's semen dribbling onto Liam's already slick pubic
area.

Liam used his elbows to start lifting himself up, but Jackson quite
forcefully pushed him back down, adjusted his knees again to start rubbing
his cock on Liam's slippery sex area. Liam, flushed and breathing hard, was
almost swooning with relief -- no more tickling -- and raised his hips to
help the sexy feel of Jackson's cock rubbing on his, back and forth,
getting harder, across his knob where it gave him hot shivers.

Jackson suddenly stopped -- cheeks flushed, a wild steely look in his eye
-- and impatiently manoeuvred Liam to lie flat on his back, lengthways on
the couch. Liam was quick to comply, keen for more, his head coming to rest
on startled Esmerelda's stomach. Jackson placed his knees either side of
Liam's slightly spread legs, got down on top of the boy, mashed his cock
hard onto Liam's, pressing their tummies together, boy-skin on hot slippery
boy-skin, Jackson's white butt showing little clenches as he started
grinding against him.

Until Jackson curved his back up slightly and started fucking hard against
Liam's soft skin, his cock and tender tummy, up and down on it, quickly
getting faster, little noises in his throat, his balls pulled up tight and
mashing against Liam, his tight butt showing a good fast fuck motion before
clenching hard, pushing up, clenching again and straining further as he
started to ejaculate -- you could see it, between his balls and ass, the
little pulses of his boy-load pumping, the painfully stretched seconds of
his orgasm, the boy finally letting his head drop, touching his forehead to
Liam's shoulder.

As Jackson slowly got up off the couch, he looked at me. A funny look, half
defiance, half guilty worry. Smiling, I nodded my full approval, and
gestured at Liam who was lying peacefully on the couch, idly
finger-painting Jackson's semen on his tummy. I said, "This guy is going to
be one hairy fuckin' gorilla before we get out of here!"

Liam looked over, holding up his jizz-coated fingers. "But I think some of
this is mine."

Cal rolled his eyes, but not even he could help laughing at him this time.

Even Esmerelda seemed amused, her head propped up on the armrest behind
Liam, looking on with a big 'O' of surprise.

The whole time we'd been watching the two boys on the couch, Cal, I
couldn't help noticing, had been holding himself. Partly due to his arousal
-- he remained ferociously hard -- but also he kept pinching his foreskin
down over the head of his cock. As the senior member of this little
gathering, I felt it was high time something was done about that.

----- END OF CHAPTER TWO ------

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