Want to Play a Game?

Anthony and I sat in the backseat of my parents' SUV. We could barely hear my parents muffled talking through the mountains of equipment for our lake trip. Unfortunately for us, this also happened to block a significant majority of the air vents in the back seat.

"You okay back there?" I heard my mom call.

"As good as I can be!" I said. I put my thankfully-cool water bottle on my forehead.

Anthony tilted his head back and moaned "It's hot as balls back here!" He turned to me and put his hand down his shorts -- over his dick -- and said "here, smell!"

I immediately recoiled in horror. He smirked "I was just kidding! Didn't even touch it. You want to though?"

I gave him the side eye.

We'd been friends for a couple of years now. Anthony... he was tall, strong, had chest hair that just popped out of his shirt, had curly blonde hair, had a face decorated with stubble, had powerful thighs... okay, yes, more detail than a typical guy would describe one of his guy friends in. He had me confused. And... kind of burning up a bit. It wasn't just that he was handsome -- anyone could see that -- it's that he'd... toe the line. He'd toe the line of that game all groups of guy friends play.

You know the one. Some call it "gay chicken," when groups of guy friends would say gay shit and do gay shit -- but all because the idea of us actually doing anything was so preposterous that it was hilarious. Whether it was us smacking the other's ass in passing, getting all up in the other's face and saying "I will fucking kiss you right now bro," or saying "come on bro don't be gay just suck my dick," it was all part of the wholesome version of "guys being dudes."

But Anthony... he'd... do the exact same things, but take it a notch too far.

Well, I take that back. For me, it had eventually become not far enough. For our other friends, though, it absolutely was too far. He'd more than once been yelled at by some of our mutual friends. Whether it was "accidentally" grabbing their dick for half-a-second while at the pool, to not just smacking their ass, but grabbing it for a second too long, most of the guys knew something was up. However, because of whatever weird group dynamic we had, though, he got away with it. He was, quite honestly, a bit domineering. Cocky. A strong personality, and our friend for sure, but somehow, his presence let him get away with these things.

Now, I was no exception for his little games. He did it all to me. But... every time he did it, I found myself getting turned on. I only wanted more. Bad. Like, really, really bad.

And I always felt like he took it even farther with me than he did others.

"What's the game?" I asked.

"It's called 'Pube or Chest Hair.' Can you guess how you play?"

"You're fucking sick," I retorted.

He never broke eye contact. "So are you in?"

I couldn't take him seriously, and the game sounded fucking hilarious. I smirked. "I'm in."

"Fuck yes. Turn around, fag."

I turned around. I heard him gasp "ow!" once. 

Wait, I thought. What happens if you lose?

"Ow!" twice.

I turned around. In each hand, pinched between two of his fingers, were two virtually indistinguishable curly hairs. Immediately, I compared the hairs to the ones poking out of his shirt (for a second, overcome with wondering what it would feel like to rub my hand through it).

"Anthony."

"Hm?"

"What happens if you lose?"

"You'll see."

This dude drove me fucking nuts. "Whatever."

"So, what do you think? Which one's the pube and which one's the chest hair?"

With morbid fascination, I inspected more closely. One was slightly blonder. Maybe ever-so-slightly longer? The other was darker and slightly curlier. His chest hair looked to glimmer a little bit in the light -- blonder. However, it was as curly as the darker hair.

I was at a loss. "Fuck. I don't know. Ummm... the one on the left is your... pube?" I whispered the last word as I pointed to the blonder hair.

"Correct." He smirked at me again and leaned back, expectantly.



"What?" I asked. He was never, ever straight up with me. "What the fuck am I supposed to do now?"

"You have to kiss where it came from, obviously."



I thumped him in the chest. "Shut the fuck up!"

I glanced nervously over at my parents. I could just barely see the top of their heads over all of our supplies. They seemed quiet and lost in the music playing on the radio.

Anthony looked over at them too. "Lisa, would you mind turning up the music a bit? I love this song."

"Sure thing, sweetie" my mother said.

Anthony lowered his waistband just a bit, his happy trail tracing a line to where his pubes began. They were a bit trimmed, but definitely not short. Kind of... hot.

How could I mask my desire to do what he asked? I glanced at him and tried to give my most convincing death glare. He just smirked again, his stupid little smirk. Overconfident bastard.

"You know you wanna."

Eh. Fuck it. I leaned over as quick as I possibly could and pecked his pubes. Barely. I shot back and wiped my mouth profusely.

"Oh, come on. You can do better than that." He grabbed my head and pushed it, holding it down. I pushed back and smacked him in the chest.

But I gave a little bit. I... wanted my face there. He held my face in his pubes for a couple of seconds. I don't think I was subtle enough about my lack of resistance, but I was too into it to care. And I, uhh.. may have inhaled, too. Audibly.

I panicked -- not at what he was doing, but at the idea of him knowing what I did, and pushed back hard. I had to feign disgust. Had to.

He just looked at me and laughed while I sat there flustered. "Your turn," he said. "I have ideas if you need suggestions."

He put his hand on my thigh as he talked, trying to make it seem haphazard. I could see it in his eyes, though, that there was more behind it. My heart was racing, but I tried my best to play it cool and playful.

"Ok, asshole, maybe you'll get what you deserve."

He looked at me unimpressed. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"An asshole hair for an asshole."

He burst out laughing. I didn't. I just looked at him in the eye.

He met my gaze. "Stakes seem pretty high. If you're gonna put something like that on the line, make the other hair from some place as normal as possible."

"Ok, dick. The other one will be a hair off my head. Asshole or head."

"Can you give me both?" he immediately retorted without thinking.

I flipped him off. "Turn around bitch."

He did. I lifted myself off the seat slightly. I put my finger between my butt cheeks. Oh god. I didn't realize I'd actually have to rip an asshole hair out. I gritted my teeth and went for it. I pinched and yanked as a sharp pain flared up right by my asshole, disappearing as quickly as it came.

I then easily pulled a hair off my head. "Alright. Do your worst."

He immediately picked the one in my right hand. The hair off my head.

I hesitated... realizing I really, really wanted him to pick the other one. I looked at him.

"Is it the booty one?" he said, eyes flared.

"... yeah" I lied.

"Really?" he said.

"Mhm."

"Ok. Then turn around."

My breath hitched. I couldn't play it cool anymore. I just turned around without saying anything and knelt on the seat. I looked over at my parents, grateful the music was drowning out the conversation.

He pushed me forward so I was bent over and started to pull down my waistband. I grabbed his hand. "What the fuck?"

"I have to kiss where it actually came from."

I eased up and let him. He yanked it down quickly, my ass exposed to the air. There was... a pause. Was he checking it out?

Before I could ask him, I felt his nose first. The slightest pause, like a microsecond, and I could have sworn I heard him inhale. A kiss... between my cheeks.

I was so fucking hard. I didn't turn around, didn't say anything, too horny too move. My cock ached against the fabric of my shorts.

I felt his hands there, still. Then I felt him... kiss again. And... something else.

His fucking tongue.

He was actually licking me! What the fuck?

I turned around, seeing his face buried between my cheeks. I didn't, wouldn't, say anything. I felt him licking, like he was savoring the taste, like he was hungry and finally satiating himself.

I felt his hands on my cheeks, rubbing around, appreciating them, sending goosebumps up my spine.

And then -- my lord.

His tongue, not just between my cheeks, but on my asshole. I put my hand over my mouth. He was actually eating my ass in the backseat of my parents' car.

And it was the greatest thing I've ever fucking felt.

I instinctively started rubbing my cock over my pants. I arched my ass up into the air. He spread my cheeks wider and started licking, licking, licking, tasting, savoring.

Then I felt his hand reach between my legs and grab my cock.

Okay, wow. This is happening. This is happening.

"Anthony" I whispered. He started jerking me off, my cock already smothered in a river of precum. His tongue circled my hole, poking, prodding, probing. I tried arching even farther, just needing his tongue as deep in me as it could possibly go.

"Turn around" I heard him say.

I didn't waste any time. I laid back, my shorts still around my knees. He pushed my legs back and kept eating my ass, this time licking all the way up to my taint down to the bottom of my crack. He did that several times, sending me into heaven.

I looked over at him and noticed his shorts had, at some point, come off. Then, he got up onto his knees and looked me in the eyes.

Was he about to do what I thought he was?
He kept looking at me dead in the eye as he moved forward, pressing the length of him over my hole. Circling. Teasing. Rubbing. Humping.

God, I fucking wanted him.

He spit on his hand and coated his dick, which was also dribbling precum.

I wasn't sure if it was enough, though. I looked at him apprehensively.

He seemed to catch my drift. He pulled me over to him. Suddenly, his cock was in my mouth, rapidly approaching the back of my throat. I wasn't experienced, but I'd try my best. He began thrusting a few times slowly. I felt his crown move over my tongue. I loved the feel of him in my mouth, I loved the taste of him. Loved it. Loved the taste of his precum, his salty musk. He was so fucking sexy. I was quickly beginning to feel like my mouth was made for his cock.

He moaned softly, but still not loud enough to be heard over the music. I looked up. He met my gaze. There was obvious pleasure in his eyes, but also a look that was smug and colored by victory. I was too horny to care.

Quickly, he popped out of my mouth. I would have felt sad to be bereaved of his cock if he didn't immediately push me back again, open my legs widely, knees up in the air, and start circling the tip of his dick over my asshole.

He looked at me as if asking permission. I nodded.

Then he began to press forward. He inched in. Slowly. Slowly.

I felt his tip pop in. I loved having him in me already. He began gradually thrusting more, more, more, inching ever deeper into me. He was halfway in, breathing into my ear. He licked it, and I thought I could cum right then and there.

Then he was three quarters in, his hot breath still wafting into my ear like he knew it was the hottest thing on this Earth. Like he somehow knew every button to push.

Then he was up to the fucking hilt and I had taken him all in my asshole. He just lay there for a second, as if we were both taking in the moment, the full gravity of it.

Anthony's dick. Was inside my asshole. All the way. And it felt so, so fucking right.

Then he slowly started thrusting back and forth. My head tipped back in pleasure immediately and he covered my mouth with his hand. Sweat dripped down his forehead. I wanted to lick it all up.

I felt his cock rubbing against my prostate as he kept thrusting, gradually speeding up. I spasmed from the pleasure, but he pinned me down and kept going. Going. Going.

I scratched his muscular back, savoring the feel of him. He was... so manly. Gorgeous, an Adonis. I loved having him in me and would let him any second of any day.

He started going gradually faster, losing himself. He was becoming less controlled, clearly struggling to hold back his grunts. I looked at him, equal parts in warning and heavenly bliss. He bit his lip and eventually started thrusting as quickly as he could, somehow remaining silent.


In what was clearly a Herculean feat of self control, he only whispered "I'm cumming" in my ear. And then he was throbbing. Throbbing beautifully in my ass, spilling into me. God, I loved knowing he was emptying himself into me, I wanted nothing more than to take it all and be filled by him. I laid there in bliss, pleased that my ass could bring him so much pleasure.

He collapsed on my chest for a bit. After a moment of pause, catching his breath, he pulled himself up. He took one look at me, then backed up and put my cock in his mouth immediately.

It did NOT take long to finish me off.

He swallowed with a wink. Just after we both pulled our pants back up, and I gave him a tender kiss, warmth radiating in my chest, we had arrived at the lake house.

To be continued?