The Game

 by: Hankster

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Sex has always been a game to me.  I have never thought of sex as an act of love or a release of tension or as a competition with my peers.  To me, sex is a conquest, a game to be played and eventually won.

Round One:  Select your prey

Round Two: Woo her

Round Three: Fuck her

Round Four:  Record your conquest in a journal

Round Five: Never see her again (start a new game)

The game started when I was a freshman in high school as I began to go through puberty.  I had erotic dreams and wet dreams, but in my first two high school years it was all in my head.  By the time I was a sixteen year old junior, I had pubic hair, hair under my arms, and a six inch flaccid cock.  I was ready to play.

I began to set my sights on some likely girl to be my first conquest.  Gertrude was a cheerleader, and her appearance totally belied her name.  Gert was as cute and perky as a Disney Studio ingénue. I had always been attracted to her and vowed to make her the one to take my virginity, and perhaps I would be the one to conquer hers.  It wasn’t all that hard.  I played center for the high school basketball team.  At sixteen I was six feet, two inches tall.  I grew another two inches before I reached my final adult height.  Gert was there at every game, cheering us on. (Round One)

I asked her out on a date; a movie followed by a snack at the malt shop.  She accepted gladly.  I was a perfect gentleman.  I hardly touched her, although she laid her palm on my arm several times during the romantic movie.  When we parted, I kissed her chastely on the cheek, told her what a great time I had, and asked her if we could go to the pep rally together next Friday evening.  She was delighted to say yes. 

It was chilly at the rally and I put my arm around her shoulder.  She snuggled into me and looked up at me.  I kissed her chastely on the lips.  When we parted that night, I kissed her on the lips again, but with some passion.  I even parted my lips slightly and I could tell that her tongue wanted in, but I pulled away.  I asked her if she wanted to go steady with me.  She responded by kissing me.  This time our tongues played a game of tag.  I ran my palm lightly over her breast and could tell that her nipples were hard.  I pulled away leaving her wanting more.  (Round Two)

The following Saturday evening we were at a house party.  As we were slow dancing, Gert began to rub against my crotch with her abdomen.  It was what I wanted, but it disturbed me a little bit that her rubbing against my cock did not stimulate it to action.  When I whacked off nightly at home, I got hard in a couple of seconds.  I dismissed the thought, and we continued to dance and rub each other’s bodies.

Gert took my hand and led me upstairs to a bedroom.  There was another couple making out on one side of the bed.  She lay down on the other side, and beckoned for me to join her.  Space was tight.  We lay on our sides and continued our rubbing.  I got bolder and started to stroke her breasts and nipples.  Suddenly I felt her hand on my crotch.  She was straining to unzip my fly so I helped her along.

I couldn’t help seeing the other couple over Gert’s shoulder.  The guy was mounting the girl and his cock was hard and protruding from his fly.  The girl had raised her skirt and was tugging down her panties.  I watched as he entered her, and realized that I was hard at last.  I had become hard at the first sight of my bed mate’s erect penis.  I had resisted the urge to reach out and touch the boy’s cock.  Gert was now stroking me wildly.  I imagined that it was the boy next to me and I knew I would not be able to hang on much longer.  I reached into my pocket and pulled out my handkerchief to catch my gushing cum.

We lay still, listening to the grunts and groans coming from the other couple.  “Do me now, please,” Gert whispered in my ear.  I reached under her panties and began to play with her clitoris.  As I did, I imagined I was playing with Bed Mate’s cock.  Gert came quickly and covered me with kisses.  I got her home as quickly as possible. (Round Three)

When I got home I was still very aroused and horny, but my thoughts were not of Gert.  All I could see in my mind’s eye was the boy’s cock as it entered his girl’s love hole.  Why wasn’t it my ass?

I started to jack off, and my fantasies turned to the boy and his cock.  I yearned to take him into my mouth.  Why had I not realized before that I wanted cock, not pussy?  I reluctantly admitted to myself that I might be gay, and I was pursuing the wrong prey.  Not withstanding, I wrote Gert’s name in my journal.  (Round Four)

I never took her out again, leaving her to believe that she lost me because she was too forward.  (Round Five)

I gave up the game for a while.  I needed to think long and hard about my recent revelation concerning my sexual identity.  After all, I had never thought of myself as gay and the rules of my game concerned girls not boys.  While I was letting all this soak in, I continued to whack off regularly.  It was a good thing that I did.  My masturbation fantasies started with my recent bed mate and I having sex.  After a while I began to fantasize about some of the high school jocks, then certain teachers.  I was coming to a firm conclusion regarding my sexual orientation.

I resolved to switch my game to seducing gay boys instead of straight girls.  But boys were so much more willing to have sex than girls.  No challenge there!   Then it hit me.   If I seduced straight boys, the challenge remained.  It was probably even more difficult than seducing female virgins.  After all, no virgin (male or female) wanted to remain in that state for very long.

Round One:  (Choosing prey)

I set my sights on one of my buddies on the basketball team.  He was hot.   At seventeen, he was an inch taller than I.  It was a good thing he was tall because he could hide a few extra pounds.  Jordie McIntyre was at least ten to fifteen pounds overweight, but he still looked great.  I got aroused just thinking about squeezing his love handles.  From showering with him so often after a game, I knew that he was cut and well hung.  I particularly liked his round and pudgy ass cheeks.  As a bonus, I knew he was straight.  He was going steady and steadily screwing his girlfriend, Tiffany.  The best part of it was that we were buddies.  We often hung out together so it would be easier for me to be just a little bit closer and more attentive to him.  As far as Jordie knew, I was as straight as an arrow.  Round Two was going to be much tougher than with Gert.  How do you go about wooing a straight guy into having sex with a gay guy?  Especially since the gay guy had never had gay sex himself, it was going to be a formidable task.

I started out by educating myself in the art of male sex.  At six feet, two inches, I could easily pass as eighteen years old.  I had no trouble renting gay porn from the video store.  I’m not ashamed to admit that the films turned me on.  I masturbated constantly while watching them.  Unfortunately there were no seduction scenes.  The boys went right at it.

At last, I knew what to do.  I accidently rented a bi-sexual porn film.  For at least fifteen minutes, I viewed a guy and a girl pleasuring each other.  Then another young man enters the room.  He undresses and joins his friend and the girl in a threesome.  There ensues a lot of action between the three of them, but at one point the girl settles back to watch the boys having a romp together.  I invited Jordie over to see the porn film.  I wanted to gauge his reaction when the boys were having their alone time with Eros.

 “Whatchya doing Saturday night?  Got a date or anything?” I asked him in the locker room one afternoon after a game.

“Nuthin,” he answered.  “I got no plans.  Tiffany has gone to visit her grandparents for the weekend,”

“Wanna come over and watch a porn flick with me?”  I asked casually.  “My folks are going away for the weekend also.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he answered.  “Let’s do McDonalds first.”

“Great, I’ll meet you at McGreasy at six o’clock.”  The scene was set.

Round Two:  (Wooing Jordie)

I put the tape into the VCR and sat down next to Jordie on the sofa.  I made sure that our thighs brushed lightly.  Although he had the room to move away from me, Jordie stayed put (a good sign).  I even thought I felt his thigh push harder against mine (a very good sign, giving rise to a false sense of success).

The film began.  Jordie was very turned on by the actions of the boy and girl.  He was rubbing his crotch through his jeans, and he was obviously erect.  I started to do the same.

“Hot, isn’t it?” I commented as I unzipped my fly.  Jordie had to notice.

“Whatchya doin’?” he asked.

“This is hot,” I answered.  “I gotta free myself.  I’m full of pre-cum.”

“Very wise,” he said.  “I am too.”  Out came his cock.  I had not seen him erect before, and I was mightily impressed.

“Nice tool you got there,” I let him in on what was certainly no secret to him.

He glanced over at me.  “You’re not so bad yourself,” he said.

We both started to stroke ourselves very slowly.  And then the other guy comes into the room.

“What kinda shit is this?” Jordie asked with disgust in his voice (a very bad sign).  “I ain’t gonna watch no fag shit like this.  Turn it off or I’m leaving.”

“I only saw the first few minutes,” I lied, “and I didn’t realize it was a bi flick.  It’s the only tape I got.  Let’s watch.  It might be really hot and if it gets too disgusting we can turn it off.”

“OK,” Jordie said reluctantly.

Jordie was OK while it was a threesome, but I was worried about how he would react when the boys went one on one.  In the meantime he was still stroking himself slowly.  I didn’t have long to wait.  The girl is down on the new boy sucking his cock in seemingly great joy.  Then she gets up, and the first boy takes her place.  Jordie continued to watch but I could see that his cock was growing limp (bad sign). 

Suddenly he jumped up, tucked away his cock, secured his trousers, and said, “I can’t watch this stuff.  I’m leaving.”  He took a few steps toward the door, but he stopped short, and swung around to face me.  Mind you, Jordie may have been a jock but he was no dummy.

“Hey, you fucker,” he shouted at me.  “Are you a faggot trying to seduce me or somethin’?”

Here’s where things got really hairy.  I don’t know what possessed me, but right there and then I came out of the closet.  I shocked even myself by stating, “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do, fucker.”

I hardly had time to notice Jordie’s fist coming at my chin, when his uppercut blacked me out completely.

It was Saturday night.  My folks wouldn’t be home until Sunday evening.  I was alone in the house.  I can’t tell you how long I lay unconscious on the living room floor.  The tape was long over and done with, but the TV was still on when I came to.  There was a generous display of snow on the screen.  The room was lightening in the early morning sunrise.  My face ached and burned like I had never felt before.

I crept my way to the kitchen and retrieved some ice from the freezer.  I wrapped the ice in a dish towel and applied it to my chin.  I found myself able to move my jaw, so I surmised that it wasn’t broken.  I sat on a kitchen chair, nursing myself until the ice began to melt and really get runny.

What had I so stupidly done?  I had another year and a half of high school, and I reckoned it was going to be a nightmare.  How the hell could I face people after Jordie revealed all?  I was devastated.  I made myself another ice pack and lay down on the living room sofa.  When the ice began to melt, I decided that I had enough with the ice.  I went upstairs, showered and dressed.  Then I lay down on my bed to rest.  I fell asleep again.

I don’t know how long I slept when I was awakened by the persistent sound of my front door bell.  I made my way downstairs as best I could, and opened the door.  There stood Jordie.  He looked unhappy.

“I’m really sorry buddy,” he said.  “I totally over reacted.  Can I come in?”  I motioned for him to come in.

“Your chin’s all black and blue,” he said.  “Let’s tell people you tripped or something.”  I had no idea where Jordie was going with this.  Why was he being so nice?

“I’m sorry too, Jordie,” I stammered.  “Now you know that I’m gay and I have the hots for you.  I acted stupidly.  I hope you can forgive me.  I’d also appreciate if you would keep this a secret.  I promise I’ll never come on to you again.”

“Yeah, sure,” Jordie said.  “It’s definitely our little secret, but I’m curious.  What exactly would we have done together if I had consented?”

The game was getting interesting.  For sure, Jordie had second thoughts and was showing some interest.

“You really want to know?” I asked trying to sound and look very shy.  Jordie smiled and nodded.

“Well, for one thing, I know that you’re straight, so I never would have asked you to do anything to me.  For sure, I wouldn’t do anything to gross you out.”

“You haven’t answered my question, buddy,” Jordie pointed out.  “I still want to know what you had in mind.”

I thought I’d go down on you, and leave it at that.  If you wanted more, I’d eventually let you fuck me.”

“You mean in the ass?” He asked.  His eyes were squinting now.  I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.  “I’ve always wanted to fuck Tiffany in the ass, but she won’t let me.”

Now there was an awkward silence.  I wasn’t sure if I should suggest we go through with it or not.  I wasn’t even sure if he would let me suck him or if he wanted to fuck me.  Worse yet, I didn’t know what Jordie was thinking.  Was he even considering an encounter with me?  I didn’t dare let myself think about such a possibility, but that didn’t stop my pants from tenting.  Jordie had to notice.

“Look, I’m really sorry for my actions last night.  I belted you and you hadn’t even touched me.  Tiffany’s away and I’m horny as hell.  I could whack off, but a blow job would be so much better.  Are you still willing after I hurt you so badly?” 

Just as I figured Jordie could see the bulge in my pants, I could certainly see his.  I wanted to grab him and kiss him, but I reckoned that would be singularly unwise.  “Would you be willing to undress completely for me?” I asked.  “You have a beautiful body and I’ve seen it often enough in the showers.  I yearned to touch you, but I restrained myself.”  He just nodded.

I led him to my bedroom where we both undressed to our skin.  I had him lie down on his back and I climbed in beside him.

“What next?” he asked me.  He sounded more expectant than nervous. 

“All good sex begins with foreplay,” I answered.  I continued my resolve not to kiss him, but I started to play with his nipples.  Jordie moaned in sexual pleasure.

“I had no idea,” he whispered.

“You had no idea about what?” I asked.

“I had no idea that a man’s nipples could be so sexually arousing.”

I moved down to his belly button and started to lick it.  Jordie had an outie so I nipped it lightly with my teeth.  As I did so, I finally put my hand on his tool and began to stroke it.  It was so big and hard, I couldn’t resist any longer.  I moved quickly down and started to lick his cock and balls.  Jordie’s moans grew to a crescendo.   At last I took him inside of me.  I used every trick I had garnished from the porn films.  My efforts were rewarded.  Jordie kept repeating over and over again, “Oh God! Oh God!”

I could tell when he was close.  He began to yell, “Please don’t stop.  I’m cumming.”   His load was enormous, but I took it all.   I held him in my mouth until I could feel he was diminishing inside of me.  Then I crawled up and lay beside him.  I wanted so badly to take his hand, but I was afraid.

“Are you all right?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered simply.

“You don’t hate me or want to kill me?” I asked timidly.

Jordie began to laugh.  What was he thinking?  Was he going to tell the whole team he got me to go down on him?  A feeling of dread enveloped me.  Then the unexpected happened.  He rolled over on top of me and kissed me.  I threw my arms around him, hugging him tight to me and kissed back.  Our tongues began to duel.

“Thank you,” Jordie said. “That was the first blow job I’ve ever had in my life, and it was mind boggling.  I can’t remember ever having such an intense orgasm before.  Tiffany has already told me that she’ll never do it.”

“Even if she does, it will never be as good as with a guy,” I said.  “Women do it because they think it’s their duty.  Men do it because they love to do it.”  As I was speaking Jordie rolled off me, and did another unexpected thing.  He grabbed my cock and started stroking it.

“I can’t leave my buddy with blue balls, can I?” he asked rhetorically.  (Round Three)

Jordie stayed until we washed up, dressed and made my bed together.  As he started to leave, he thanked me once again.  Hugging me tight, he whispered in my ear.  “Next time can I fuck you?”

I whispered back, “You can do anything you want to me, baby.”

He left me to reflect on the events of that morning.  Certainly Jordie liked what happened to him, and he wanted to fuck me next time.  Still, Jordie was straight, and I had no illusions.  If he ever found a girl who would go down on him and maybe let him fuck her in the ass, I’d be out of the picture.  As for me, it was just a game.  Jordie was my second entry in my journal.  (Round Four)

Now I had a real dilemma.  Theoretically, I should not see Jordie again (Round Five) but I promised him some anal sex.  I wasn’t sure what to do.  In the end, I reminded him that he was straight, and we had no future together.  I advised him to urge Tiffany to go down on him by his going down on her first.  I concluded by begging him to remain my friend.        He agreed and gave me a hug.

As for me, I played the game with a fifty-fifty success rate until I was twenty-five years old.  On my birthday, my colleagues made an office party for me.  At the party I set my sights on a straight colleague in my office.  I wanted him like none of my other conquests.  I could take or leave the others, but I thought I would die if I couldn’t have Vincent.  He was twenty-eight, shorter than I by about four inches.  I got a glimpse of him once in the men’s room.  He was a good size, cut, but not humongous.  His hair was curly and blonde and he had a great body.

I was in the closet in my office, so it was easy to ask Vincent, if he wanted to go to a ball game with me one Friday evening.  I told him that my girlfriend couldn’t make it.  He jumped at the opportunity. What surprised me most when I was in a social situation with Vince was how easily we made conversation.  We seemed to have much in common.  When I asked if he would like to come back to my place for a drink after the game, he said that nothing would give him more pleasure.  I could smell a successful game.

We had gone to the game directly from the office and we were both in business attire.  “Do you mind if I get more comfortable?” he asked shortly after we got to my place. 

“Certainly, go ahead,” I said as I started to open a beer bottle for each of us.  When I turned to hand Vince his beer, he was sitting on the sofa.  He had removed his shoes, jacket and tie.  His shirt was mostly unbuttoned and his hairless chest beckoned me.  I couldn’t see either of his nipples, but I wanted so badly to suck them.

“Sit here on the sofa, next to me.” Vince said seductively.  I placed the beer bottles on the coffee table and removed the same articles of clothing as Vince had.

“I might as well get comfortable too,” I said.   I sat down on the sofa, but I was a few inches shy of touching Vince.  He raised his knee so that it touched my thigh.  A light bulb went on.  My gaydar had failed me.  Vince was trying to seduce me.  Maybe he played his own game trying to seduce straight men.  After all, he had no reason to believe that I was anything but straight.  I didn’t really care about any of that.  I just wanted to make love to this man.

Let’s get to know each other better, “I stated.  “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.  Do you?”

I remembered what coming out to Jordie had cost me, but I decided to play Vincent’s game.  I threw caution to the wind.  “I don’t have a girlfriend,” I said.  “I prefer boyfriends.  Didn’t you know?”

“I didn’t know,” he said, “but I hoped.  I’m gay too, and I have strong feelings for you.”

“The feelings are mutual,” I said.

We engulfed each other, hugging tightly.  At last we kissed.  I could feel his cock getting hard against me.  We forgot our beers and headed to my bedroom, where we undressed in record time.  Before I could make a move, Vincent was on his knees, fondling my cock and balls and eventually swallowing me in his mouth.  I came quickly.  It was the first of several orgasms that night for each of us.  It seems that we couldn’t get enough of one another.

While we made love that night, I realized that Vince was all the man I ever wanted.  He told me later that night that he felt the same way.  That was the end of the game.  From what I could gather, I was Vincent’s prey.  How ironic is that?

We are committed to each other, and enjoy a loving relationship.  Our co-workers are aware, but even if they don’t approve, they wouldn’t dare come up against my height.

We double date often with Jordie and his wife Tiffany.  Even though they bore us with tales about their children (my godchildren), I enjoy my time with them.  Jordie and I have remained good friends.  Our single encounter has never been mentioned, and sometimes I wonder if he even remembers it, or if he has wiped it out of his mind.  As curious as I am, I have refrained from asking him if he and Tiffany enjoy oral sex.  Asking him about anal sex would be too big a stretch, and way too dangerous.  Unless he volunteers the information, I’ll never know.  He seems happy and content, and so am I.

Posted: 03/12/10