Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2020 15:32:01 -0500 From: michaelblueeyesnyc Subject: The Closet Game: 40 Years Later (Chapter 2) It had been over 40 years since my induction into the International Society of Cocksuckers. Peter and I would play for another year or so before we each found girls willing to spread their legs. With graduation came life and all its demands and responsibilities. We each had gone our separate ways until a week ago. Out of the blue I received an email from Peter asking if I was the same Michael who lived across the street and went to so-and-so high school. I replied immediately, as did he, responding with his phone number. I called him and we busied ourselves reminiscing about the past and catching up. As the conversation was nearing its end with us about to say goodbye, he asked if I remembered the game we used to play in my closet. "I've thought about it many times and have rewarded many 'winners' without even playing the game. I simply surrender, strip nude, get on my knees and prepare myself to offer 'payment'." A moment or two of silence goes by before he says "I'll text you my address. Come over Saturday night at 9. Come hungry." I arrive a few minutes early with Peter greeting me at the door. He's still taller and heavier, not fat, not muscular. He offers me a beer as I follow him down the steps to a nicely finished basement (anticipating what may "cum," I've already downed a couple of quick shots of whiskey after I parked in the driveway: on an empty stomach, it puts me more in the mood, especially making sure to not jerk-off the past couple of days, and it loosens my throat muscles should they need to be "exercised"). Seated on the couch were a couple of his friends, about the same age, mid-fifties or so. David was tall with an athletic build, Robert was also tall but heavy set. Neither appeared to be wearing any underwear given how defined their respective protuberances strained the thin fabric of their trousers. Nor were they wearing any socks, each with a stylish pair of penny loafers, bare skin exposed. Clearly they were ready for action. We all made ourselves comfortable and made small talk while consuming a few more beers, each secretly knowing what we were preparing for. I was feeling very loose, definitely not in condition to drive, but numb enough to be in control of myself yet drunk enough to be "willingly" taken advantage of. The conversation found its way to home repairs and Peter mentioned the new water heater he had installed. Robert asked to see it so we all followed Peter to the door at the far end of the basement. With a key he unlocked it and pulled the dangling chain to illuminate the 100-watt bulb. We entered a dank, musty, windowless 10x10 cinder-blocked room with a work bench and tools scattered about it. At the opposite end was the new water heater with a huge drain in the concrete floor near it, sloped to funnel out any liquids. It had the faint smell of old piss in a urinal. While we checked out the new heater, Peter went back to the door and locked it with his key. David and Robert joined him. He announced that I was very lucky to be surrounded by winners. "There's no sense beating around the bush. We're all adults here and we all know why we're here. Michael, you like to suck cock and we like to have our cocks sucked. Why don't you get ready to 'pay' the winners." In my heady, somewhat inebriated state, I removed my clothes and placed them on the bench. I stood over the rusty floor drain and knelt down. The light clicked off. It was pitch black. I couldn't see anything. I could hear the faint sound of fabric rustling, zippers being pulled, shoes scuttled aside, belt buckles hitting the ground. In the dark, your other senses are heightened. As the warmth of bodies surrounded me in the cool, damp secluded room, I could make out the scent of Irish Spring soap and different colognes, mild to strong. I remained still as 3 semi-hard cocks pressed into my face and slowly grinded humping circles. The first cock to enter my mouth was uncut and very thick at the base. About 7" it was shoved all the way in until my forehead rested on his belly. This must be Robert's cock. He slowly fucked my mouth as I sensed Peter and David stroking their dicks. He continued for another minute or so before it was replaced with a very long cock, about 9" with a medium thickness. This was clearly David who proceeded to thrust his dick in-and-out very rapidly, like a rabbit. He would plunge his mushroom head deep into my throat then immediately pull out. I'm glad I pre-loosened my throat, gag reflex and inhibitions with plenty of alcohol as I simply remained still while he jack-hammered my throat. Not wanting to cum just yet, David's cock was replaced by the third of the three penises: Peter (clearly an appropriate name). His cock had grown to over 7.5" with a nice thickness you couldn't wait to cram in your mouth. I lapped up all the delicious pre-cum he was leaking. It's clear he was more than excited to see me. He paced himself and stayed in my mouth the longest. I could tell he was getting close as he kept just the mushroom head between my lips and he stroked the shaft of his cock with his hand. Seconds later, I was rewarded with 5 massive rope squirts of his hot, creamy load. I quickly swallowed as his cock was replaced by Robert who also shot a huge load on my tongue. He kept his uncut cock in my mouth so I could lick it clean with my tongue. Hearing David breathing harder, Robert pulled his dick from my lips and David rammed his balls deep into my throat. He held my head still as his cock pulsated wildly spewing his salty-sweet cum down my throat. I breathed through my nose as he kept his long dick buried deep in my mouth. Having shot his load, David inched his cock back just enough so it cleared my gag reflex. I could feel his penis deflate before he began pissing in my mouth. It had a strong, manly taste that I've grown to love over the years. With all the beers we drank earlier, I now know why no one went to take a piss, until now (tip: drink a lot of liquids an hour before sex and don't piss, your orgasm will be more powerful and you'll be able to piss easier after you cum. If you have someone who'll drink your piss, drink water, green tea or beer, they'll thank you for it). It was coming out so much and so fast, I swallowed as much as I could while some dribbled out my mouth over my hairy chest. It was just then I could feel Peter and Robert pissing on my face and body from each side of me. I can't tell you how much this excites me, to be bathed in piss with someone pissing in your mouth. As all the piss ebbed to a stop, David removed his cock from my mouth as I felt a hand push my head towards the floor. My lips came in contact with a foot. Without being instructed, I licked the foot clean of piss making sure to get between the toes. I did this for 5 more feet. I remained kneeling as they walked towards the door. Keeping the light off, Peter unlocked the door as they scooped up their clothes and made their way out. I put on my clothes over my wet body, savoring the strong scent of piss and cum and made my way upstairs. Before closing the front door behind me, Peter said "I'll be in touch."