Greg - - The Card Game

Greg - Part 1 - The Card Game By RJ Wright

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This story is an adult themed fantasy with graphic same sex situations and language. Only adults of legal age should view this story in areas where this content is not prohibited.

Drug and alcohol use that may be depicted within this story is neither condoned nor recommended by the author, for anyone under the legal age, or in areas where these substances are prohibited.

This story depicts sexual situations during an era prior to the AIDS epidemic. Safe sex practices including condom use saves lives and reduces the risk of sexually transmitted diseases.

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• • • Part 1 * * *

Our dorm was known as the party dorm on campus. The guys on my floor certainly played their part in keeping that reputation alive. Friday afternoon through Sunday night was one continuous drug-filled, beer-soaked party. Having attended a very conservative private all-boys high school, I had wanted to broaden my experience by going to a large diverse university. The school that I chose was a big ten university firmly planted in the Midwest, with a reputation as being a basketball powerhouse and party-central.

The day I moved into the dorm at the beginning of my freshman year, my roommate, Jon, introduced me to our third roommate: his bong. This thing was at least eighteen inches long and about two and a half inches in diameter. I'd never seen anything like it - hell, I didn't even know what a bong was up until then.

Jon kept a pillow case sized bag of weed in his closet and every night a group of about five of us would lay around on the two beds in my room and get stoned. When you opened the door to our room, all you saw was a wall of smoke. My clothes always reeked of pot, and some of my female friends in class would curl up their noses and complain, "Chris, you've been smoking marijuana. Yuck."

Greg was one of the guys in our little group that I got to know really well. He was a wonderful, sweet, sexy, smart, intelligent, cute, lost boy from Michigan who lived two doors down from me in a corner room. He quickly became my closest friend in the dorm. He was about 5'8" and 145 pounds, with shaggy blond hair that was parted in the middle but always fell down over his forehead getting in his eyes. Underneath his silver wire-rimmed glasses were the softest blue eyes I've ever seen. He was a freshman business major with a minor in Spanish.

I never met Greg's roommate. Actually, I'm not even sure he had one. Their room had bunk beds, with Greg in the top bunk. The bottom bed looked like it had ever been slept in. Often times, I would crash there when Jon was bangin' one of the campus sluts in our room. Greg and I hung out a lot together and became real close buddies.

One night, Jon and his high school pals were out chasing skirts, so Greg and I grabbed Jon's bong, a twelve pack of beer, and hid out in his room playing cards. We got toasted and had a blast. We'd spread a blanket on the floor and were laying on it with the cards between us, and beer cans all over the place. After a while, Greg said that he had to take a piss, but was too stoned to make it to the bathroom.

"Chris man, I need to piss but I can't get up. I'm too fuckin' stoned, man."

"Me too, buddy," I said. "Hey, let's piss out the window," I suggested.

"No way man, somebody might see and I don't want to get busted," he said getting up on his knees. "Hey, pass me a beer can and I'll piss in it to take the edge off."

"Dude, that's a great idea. Give me one too," I replied getting to my knees.

Greg tossed an empty beer can at me and opened his fly. He pulled out his dick and started pissing into the can. Some of it missed the can and dribbled onto the blanket. I started laughing and that made him laugh.

"Don't make me laugh, Chris, I'm pissin' all over the place," he said as he sprayed pee all over the blanket and cards.

"So stop pissin', dick head," I responded.

Finally, he stopped laughing, topped off the can and carefully set it down on the blanket. He shook his dick and stuffed it back into his shorts not bothering to zip up, and lay back down on his back with his hands behind his head. He sighed and said, "Man, that feels better. You should do it too."

I unzipped my shorts, hauled out my dick, and let fly with a golden stream of beer piss into the can. Greg turned his head a watched intently as I pissed. Being watched kind of turned me on and my dick started to get hard. I was about half-way hard by the time the can was full. I stroked my dick to get the last drop out and set the can down next to his. My dick made a large bulge in my cutoffs when I stuffed it back in, and I noticed that Greg had a hard on clearly visible through his shorts.

We started playing another hand and Greg kept staring at my crotch. Finally, he licked his lips and said, "Chris, you want to make this a little more interesting?"

With a slight smile on my face I said, "Interesting how?" I was always ready for some mischief.

"Well, we could play truth or dare. Whoever wins the hand gets to ask the loser a question or make him do a dare."

I'd never played truth or dare before, and it sounded pretty harmless to me so I said, "Okay, sounds cool."

We continued playing the hand, and I lost. So I looked at Greg expectantly and he sat there staring back at me for a minute before asking me the question.

"What's the most number of times you ever beat off in one day?"

I immediately turned red from embarrassment and stammered in response, "What's the dare?"

"No way, man. You either answer the question or accept the dare. Then you find out what the dare is," he said with a smirk on his face.

"Okay, fine, I'll answer the damn question." I was so embarrassed I couldn't even look at him. "This stays between us right?" I said.

He nodded his head and said, "Yeah, of course. Nothing we say or do will ever leave this room. You're my best friend and I would never fuck you over."

I looked up at him and could see in his eyes that he meant what he'd said. So, I answered the question.

"The most number of times I ever beat off in one day is." I looked down at the floor and whispered, "fifteen."

"What? Fifteen? Holy Shit!" Greg started to howl with laughter, rolling on the floor. I started laughing too and pretty soon we were both wiping the tears off our faces.

"Christ almighty, Chris. Your pecker must have been sore after that."

"Well, I couldn't even touch it the next day, and it was almost a week before I could beat off again."

That set us both off again and we must have laughed for ten minutes.

"Man, dude, that must be a record or something. How old were you, anyway?"

"I was fifteen, and I'd been away at camp for two weeks. By the time I got back I was so horny that things just kind of got out of control."

We were still chuckling when we started playing again. It took several hands with both of us busting before I finally won.

"Okay, my turn to make you squirm," I said with obvious glee in my voice.

"Give me your best shot buddy," Greg responded, smiling at me.

It took a minute or two, but I finally came up with what I thought of as a good question, "Have you ever eaten your own spunk?"

Greg rolled his eyes at me and said, "Of course I have, you moron. Who hasn't tasted their spunk. God what a lame ass question." He shook his head in disgust and gathered up the cards for another hand.

He won the next one and asked, "Have you ever had any sexual contact with another guy and, if so, describe what happened?"

Greg just sat there with a blank expression on his face. I was horrified. Here was the one question that I never expected, and wasn't prepared to answer just yet. My cousin and I had beat each other off over the summer several times while he was visiting, and even attempted sucking once or twice. I certainly wasn't going to tell this to Greg, he would think I was gay and would tell all the other guys.

"Dare."

"You want the dare?" Greg said with a surprised look on his face.

"Yup."

"Okay." He picked up the can of his piss and held it out to me, "Drink this."

I sat there with my mouth hanging open for a while looking from his face to the can, and back again.

"Come on, Chris," he said in a hoarse whisper, "Take the can and drink my piss."

"All of it?" I asked.

"No, but at least half."

I took the can from him, our fingers brushing giving me an electric charge. The can was still warm and I sat there staring at the can trying to work up the courage to go through with it. My dick was now painfully hard in my shorts and I was very excited at the thought of drinking my friends pee.

"Go ahead, Chris," Greg whispered, "it'll be okay. Just take a mouth full and swallow."

I slowly brought the can up to my lips, smelling the acrid odor of piss this close for the first time. Putting my mouth over the opening, I tilted the can and felt the warm liquid enter my mouth, flowing over my tongue. It was very salty and slightly bitter, but not horrible. I let my mouth fill up and swallowed. Knowing that this had come out of Greg's dick made it all the more erotic, and my hard dick throbbed with excitement. I looked up at Greg, and he was watching me intently, rubbing his hard dick through his shorts. I repeated the process and took another swallow. Then, I just guzzled it down until the can was empty. When I was done, I crumpled the can and threw it behind me, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.

Greg and I just sat there and looked into each other's eyes for several minutes. Finally, Greg broke the silence, "Chris, that was so hot watching you drink my piss, man. I never thought you'd actually do it."

"You think it was so hot, why don't you try it for yourself?" I dared him. My own voice hoarse with lust.

"Okay, you're on," he said and grabbed the can full of my piss quickly taking a large mouth full. He held it in his mouth, smiled at me, and swallowed it down. Then he surprised me and drained the rest of the can, smashing it between his hands when it was empty.

Once again, we just sat there staring into each other's eyes. We were both horny beyond belief and needed to get off. Greg got up onto his knees and crawled over to me. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he pulled my face to his and kissed me deep and hard. His tongue forced my mouth open and he sucked my tongue into his mouth, scraping it with his teeth. My arms went around him and pulled him down on top of me. He pulled up and started unbuttoning my shirt as I pulled his tee off over his head. He kissed me hard again and moved to my neck, biting and kissing as he moved down my chest. When he got to my crotch, he rubbed his face against my cock through the shorts, unzipped and unclasped them. He lowered them down my legs until they were around my ankles. I shook them off as he licked my dick like a Popsicle. I was never so excited in my entire life and felt like I was on the edge of cumming. Greg took the head into his mouth and sucked and licked it before plunging down to my pubes. He held my dick in his mouth with the head in his throat and swallowed. I'd never felt such pleasure and arched my back, moaning out loud. Then he started sucking in earnest, up and down my dick. The slick warm wetness of his mouth sending waves of pleasure radiating outward from my dick and then suddenly exploded in the most mind numbing orgasm of my life. I jerked my hips up burying my dick in his mouth and started to shoot. He kept on sucking and licking my dick as I shot and shot into his mouth. He swallowed all of it and kept my dick in his mouth until it went slack. I fell back against the blanket totally spent. When I opened my eyes, Greg was looking up at me with a slight smile on his face, his hand stroking my balls.

"God, Greg, that was fantastic. I can't believe you did that, it was so fuckin' good," I said breathlessly.

After a few minutes my breathing returned to normal, while Greg and I looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"So, Chris, do you have to pee again?" he asked.

"Yeah, actually, I do. Real bad, too," I said.

Then he got on his knees and said, "Do I get to taste it from the tap, this time?"

It took a few seconds for me to realize that he wanted me to piss in his mouth. Once it finally dawned on me, I was excited by it and my dick twitched in response.

"Sure," I said, "Just get ready `cause there's about a gallon in there."

I stood up on shaky legs and he took my dick in his mouth wrapping his arms around me in an embrace. He look up at me and nodded that he was ready. I relaxed my bladder and slowly started to pee into his mouth with a few short spurts. The feeling of pissing into my friends mouth and him swallowing it down, was very erotic. My stream got stronger, and he started swallowing more frequently. I just threw my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of pissing into someone's mouth.

Finally, after an eternity, I started to run out of piss, and with a few short spurts, stopped. Greg swallowed one final time, and pulled my dick out of his mouth, giving it one final lick. I had started to get another hard on and was horny once again.

I knelt down and kissed Greg on the mouth, running my tongue past his lips into his mouth, tasting the remains of my piss. I moved my hand to his crotch and rubbed his hard dick through his shorts. Greg moaned into my mouth and I made him lay back on the blanket. I kissed my way down his lightly furry chest and pulled his shorts down. I nuzzled my face into his pubic hair, smelling the musky odor that turned me on so much. I took each of his hairy balls into my mouth getting them slick and then moved up to his dick. I licked the head getting it nice and wet, then slowly made my descent to his thick nest of light brown pubic hair.

Slowly, I started to suck him. Up and down, licking the sensitive spot behind the head on every up stroke. He was moaning and tossing his head from side to side, moving his hips in time to my sucking. I started to speed up my sucking and felt his dick start to swell. He was jerking his hips and cried out arching his back. His dick pulsed and then I felt the first spurt of his hot cum fill my mouth. Warm and thick and salty. I swallowed it down and it was immediately replaced by spurt after spurt of Greg's hot spunk. Finally, he stopped cumming and the tension left his body. He sighed and said,

"Chris, that was fantastic. I never had a blow job before, and it was better than I could have imagined."

I gave his dick one more lick and moved up to kiss him lightly on the lips. He opened his eyes and I looked into deeply into them.

"So, Greg, do you have to pee now?"

He just smiled and I pulled him to his feet. I licked his balls and took his soft penis into my mouth. Almost immediately, my mouth was filled with hot piss. I swallowed it down and valiantly tried to keep up with the flow. It was coming so fast that some of it dribble out the sides of my mouth, but I managed to get most of that hot liquid down my throat. He slowed to a trickle and with two final spurts, was done. I sucked his dick a little, feeling it respond, and got to my feet, hugging Greg close with my head on his shoulder. We turned out the lights and climbed into his bed. He put his arms around my neck and lightly kissed my ear; I nuzzled into the crook of his neck with my hands on his beautiful butt. We fell asleep holding each other. It was the best night's sleep of my life.

We were still wrapped in each other's arms the next morning. Greg was smiling at me when I opened my eyes. He kissed the tip of my nose and said, "Morning, Chris. Boy, last night was something else, I really enjoyed it." He had a questioning look on his face seeming to ask if we had messed up our friendship last night.

I was a little groggy and had a headache, but I smiled back and squeezed him reassuringly, "Morning to you too. Yup, last night was unbelievable, and I enjoyed it too." We smiled into each other's eyes and our lips came together in a soft kiss. We stayed in bed lightly kissing and enjoying the warmth and tenderness of our embrace for about an hour before we got up to start the day. We had breakfast together and then went off to do our own thing for the rest of the weekend.

We didn't talk about this new path our friendship had taken, what it meant, or anything like that. We just chatted about nothing in particular for a few minutes like the close buddies we were. It wasn't that we felt awkward or were embarrassed about having sex, it's just that we both needed some time to look into ourselves and understand what we were feeling.

The night of our card game was the last time I ever smoked pot. Being an honors student, I needed to keep a high GPA in order to retain my academic scholarship. I knew that I couldn't keep partying that way and continue to do well, so after those first six weeks of constant partying and with midterms looming, I decided to move into a single room in a dorm across campus.

Greg and I become a lot closer as a result of the intimacy we'd shared at that drunken card game. During the rest of the semester he would frequently stop by my new room, often spending the night or the entire weekend. Eventually, we ended up having long discussions about our long repressed homosexuality, what happened that night, and our feelings for each other. We both accepted that we were gay and hopelessly in love with each other. We would spend hours cuddling, sharing our innermost thoughts and dreams, and had the most amazing sex imaginable. Our relationship was never just about the sex; first and foremost, we were each other's best friend.

• • • End of Part 1 * * *