Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2005 10:22:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: ian james <msaelxcylm@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE CARD GAME

Ryan made his way up the path leading to Steve's front door and
knocked.  Steve answered a few seconds later.

"That was fast," Steve said as he stepped aside, allowing Ryan to enter
the house.

Steve had called Ryan ten minutes ago and invited him over.  "I took
that short-cut," Ryan replied as he stepped into Steve's house.
"Anyone home?"

"Nope," Steve replied, closing the front door.  "Michelle's over at a
friends."  Michelle was Steve's older sister by three years and was
supposed to be babysitting him while their parents were away for the
weekend, but Michelle felt that Steve being fourteen, he was old enough
to be by himself.

Ryan followed Steve into his bedroom and jumped onto the bean bag chair,
while Steve dove onto his bed.  "What you wanna do then?" asked Ryan.

The two boys had been friends ever since they could remember and had been
inseparable since.  They had done everything together ^Ö they played on
the same sports teams, they were in all the same classes at school, and
they were always hanging together outside of school.

"I don't know," replied Steve.  "When have you gotta be back?"

"Hour an half, maybe two," replied Ryan.

"I wish practice didn't take so long.  We'd have more time then."

"I know, but summer's over now.  We'll just have to get used to it."

"I guess."

"Anything on TV?" Ryan asked.

"Nah," Steve answered, thinking.  "Wanna play cards?"

"Sure."

Steve jumped off the bed and grabbed a deck of cards from the top drawer
of his desk.  He sat down on the floor across from Ryan and started
counting the cards.  Ryan reached over to pull a blue folder out from
under Steve's bed.  He opened the folder and pulled out a small stack of
pictures that had been cut from various porn magazines.

Steve started shuffling the cards while Ryan divided the stack of
pictures into two piles, placing a pile in front of each of them.

"My turn to deal this time," Ryan said.

"Okay," replied Steve.  Steve grabbed his stack of pictures and
searched through them.  They were pictures of naked women that he had cut
out from his Dad's magazines.  He found a less revealing picture and
placed it in front of him.

Ryan dealt the cards and the boys proceeded to play their own version of
Blackjack.

About ten minutes later, both boys had raging hard-ons from looking at
the pictures while they played.  Steve was down to his last picture.

"You always seem to win," Steve commented.

Ryan laughed as he dealt himself his second-card, face-up.  It was the
Jack of Hearts.  "Luck, I guess."  He smiled.

Steve had an ace and an eight.  "I'll stand," he said.

Ryan flipped over his other card ^Ö the ace of spades.  "I win again,"
he smirked as he grabbed Steve's last picture.

"You asshole, what are we gonna do now?" asked Steve.

Usually at this point Ryan would go off into the bathroom and jerk off
while Steve remained in his room.  The two boys knew each other
masturbated, but they were too embarrassed to do it in front of each
other.  The winner was supposed to feel a little generous and leave one
picture for the loser to look at.

But today, Ryan was feeling a little adventurous and wanted to try
something new.  "Want to keep playing," he asked.

"How?  You've got all my pictures." Steve replied.

"We could play what I like to call Strip Blackjack."

Steve paused for a second to think.  He wasn't sure if this was a good
idea.  He knew it was wrong but it was also too good to pass up.  He was
also afraid of losing Ryan's friendship.  Ryan was the cooler,
better-looking, more athletic and smarter one.  Steve often felt that he
was just tagging along for the ride with Ryan and his `cool' friends.

"Okay," Steve finally said.  "But you have all the pictures to lose
before you take anything off."

"Forget the pictures.  If I lose, I have to start taking off my clothes
too."  Ryan dealt that first hand.  He lost.  He removed one of his
shoes.

A few hands later, both boys had lost their shoes and socks, and were
left with their t-shirts, trousers and underwear.

Both boys still had raging hard-ons, even though they hadn't looked at
the pictures for a while.

Steve lost the next round.  As he was slowly pulling his t-shirt over his
head and light blonde hair, Ryan watched him and adjusted his erection to
it wouldn't be so obvious.  Ryan won again and watched as Steve
reluctantly removed his trousers and sat back down the on the floor in
just his boxers.  His erection was jutting out and there was no way he
could hide it, while also trying not to stare at Ryan's hard-on.

The boys continued playing and Steve flipped over his cards.
"Blackjack."  He tossed the cards over to Ryan and watched him remove
his t-shirt, admiring his best friend's upper torso.

Ryan dealt the next hand.  Steve lost again.  "Okay," Ryan said
excitedly.  "Off with your underwear."

Steve's cheeks were burning as he quickly got up, pulled down his boxers
and sat down again.  He covered his penis with his hands.

"Hey, no fair.  You have to move your arms."

Steve reluctantly moved his arms to his side, exposing his full boner.
His penis jutted out, pointing directly at Ryan.

Ryan stared at his best friend's throbbing member for a few seconds.  He
dragged his attention away from it and dealt the next hand.  He won
again.

"What am I supposed to take off this time?" asked Steve.

"Nothing," replied Ryan.  "We move on to stage two of the game."

"Stage two?  What's that?"

"Every time I win from now on, you have to do whatever I say."

Reluctantly, and a little fearfully, Steve nodded.  "All right."

"Masturbate."

"What?  No way."

"You did lose."

"All right," Steve said, "but when you have no clothing left, you have
to do the same."

"Okay," replied Ryan.  "Your minute starts now."

Steve grabbed his dick and started stroking it slowly. He focused his
attention on everything in the room except for the pictures and Ryan.  He
knew he wouldn't be able to last long, but he didn't want to cum in
front of Ryan.

"That's enough," Ryan said after a minute.

Steve stopped stroking and the two boys continued playing the game.  This
time Ryan lost and he removed his trousers.  Steve lost again afterwards
and Ryan watched as Steve jerked himself off for another minute.

Steve lost again.  "Hey, no fair.  If I keep doing this, I'm gonna
cum."

"Then cum," replied Ryan, wanting to see his best friend orgasm right
in front of him.

Steve jerked himself off for another minute and was thankful when the
minute was over as he was almost at the point of no return.  Then a
thought entered his head.  If Ryan wanted to see him cum, then that's
what Ryan would get.

Ryan lost the next hand.  Ryan stood, slipped his fingers into the sides
of his boxers and pulled them, revealing his own erection.  He sat down
again.  Steve dealt and won again.  "That's more like it," he said,
smiling.  "Now you have to do whatever I say."

Ryan remained silent as he waited for Steve to announce what he had to
do.  He was expecting Steve to tell him to jerk off for a minute, maybe
longer.  "Jerk me," Steve said.

"Huh?" replied Ryan, not sure as to whether he had heard Steve
correctly.

"Jerk me off until I cum."

Ryan hesitated for a moment, staring at Steve's boner.  He could tell
Steve's throbbing dick wanted his attention.  It wanted to be touched.
It wanted to be stroked and it wanted Ryan to stroke it.  Ryan crawled
over to Steve and wrapped his right hand around Steve's dick.  He looked
into Steve's eyes as Steve looked back into his eyes.  Ryan started
stroking Steve's cock.

Steve's let out a soft moan of pleasure as he felt Ryan's warm hand
slowly stroking his throbbing member.  He had fantasised about this
moment for a couple of years now.  Everytime he jerked off it would be
thinking about Ryan, not about the women in the pictures.  He knew he was
gay he accepted that, at least he told himself that.

As Ryan stroked Steve's dick, he felt it harden under his grip and he
increased the speed of his strokes.  He too, had been waiting for this
moment.  He liked girls, but he also liked Steve.  He had once seen some
ads in the back of a porn magazine with men sucking each other off, as
well as one with two men and a woman, which was being advertised as being
bisexual.  Ryan believed he must be bisexual with his attraction to girls
and Steve.

Ryan knew what he was doing right now was wrong.  Everyone he knew had
told him that.  His religious parents told him he would burn in hell for
committing such a sin, and his Scouts leader had said that all
`faggots' were sick, perverted and it was all right to hit them.  But
even though everything and everyone told him what he was doing was wrong,
it didn't feel wrong.  It felt right.

Ryan's own dick was still throbbing as he continued to stroke his best
friend.  He reached for his own dick with his left hand and started
stroking it furiously, trying to catch up with Steve.

Steve, overwhelmed with the pleasure of being jerked off for the first
time by someone else, noticed Ryan jerking himself off and exchanged
Ryan's left hand for his own.  Steve started stroking Ryan's dick with
no resistance from Ryan, while Ryan continued stroking Steve.

Both boys were moaning with pleasure and both were nearing their
orgasms.  Steve was the first to shoot.  His dick throbbed and hardened
and his first shot exited from the top of his burning member, followed by
three or four more.

Ryan continued stroking Steve's leaking dick as his own orgasm rapidly
approached, taking over his body.  He arched his head back and let out a
moan as he shot his load into Steve's hand.

Both boys let go off each other's softening dicks and Ryan backed away
to his former position a few feet in front of Steve.  They remained
silent, not sure what to say.  They glanced at each other, their soft
dicks and the cum on their hands and the floor between them.

Ryan finally buckled up the courage to say something.  "That was
awesome."  He nervously awaited Steve's response.

"Yeah," Steve replied.  "I don't think I've ever..."

Steve was cut off by Ryan jumping to his feet.  "Have you seen the
time?" he said as he gathered his clothes and dressed himself.  "I've
got to get back."

"Can you come back after dinner?" asked Steve, also standing up.

"I don't know.  What time does Michelle get back?"

"Don't know, but it won't be until after eleven.  You know what she's
like."  Steve also started to get dressed.

"I'll have to see what my parents say," Ryan explained.

"That's cool."

Ryan left, leaving Steve alone in his room with just his t-shirt and
boxers on.  He felt his dick hardening again as he ran the events of the
past two hours over in his mind.  He thought about jerking off with a new
fantasy to play over in his mind, but he decided against it.  He hoped
Ryan's parents were let him come over again so they could continue the
exploration they had begun.


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