So Game

Warning: Explicit description of unprotected sex with multiple partners, including double penetration. Reader discretion is advised. Tired of losing to their avid gamer playboy friend, two pals decide to play a game, certain that they would win.But things take a lusty turn between friends when the commands get down and just plain dirty...Excerpt:

“So, just to be clear, there are no rules? No holds barred,

everything goes?” Mark asked with increasing curiosity. He and Liam played their

parts well. He knew the rules well, for he created the game. “Yeah.” Josh and

Liam answered almost in unison. Josh and Mark exchanged a quick glance. Present

in the exchange was collaborative deception. Liam was none the wiser to their

game. It was time the “playboy” got played.

***

The boys began wrestling, one of their favorite pastimes.

Mark rarely took part, he was fine just watching. It was his private show. He

was voyeur. Observation was exciting for him. He learned many things from

watching, though he hadn’t been able to put it into practice much yet. There he

sat in an intense stare.

The boys’ bodies were now entangled. Sweat forming, skin

sliding, grunting sounds filling the air. Mark became aroused. Liam was on top

of Josh, pinning his arms above his head, showing his superiority. Sweat

dripped from Liam’s forehead into Josh’s mouth. Josh ran his tongue across his

lips. Mark did the same, wishing it was himself pinned under Liam. Josh wiggled

and squirmed relentlessly. He began thrusting his hips in effort to get Liam

off him. It made Liam look like he was riding Josh hard. He successfully moved

his arms to his sides. Mark slid his hands in his pants. The boys were now

chest to chest, Liam’s face buried in Josh’s neck. Josh flinched slightly at

the sensation of Liam breathe. It was rough, uneven.

His lips lightly brushed against Liam’s skin. He tasted the

salt in his sweat, letting it linger before licking it off. He took in Liam’s

scent, felt his weight on top of him. Liam’s grip tightened around his wrists.

His thoughts turning increasingly sexual with each second passing.

He felt Liam’s smooth skin slipping against his own. He

wondered if the rest his body tasted as good as it looked. His mouth watered instantly.

What looked like sweat was his saliva dripping down his neck. Liam sensed

Josh’s yearning. He kept his body as close to Josh’s as he could. He wanted

Josh to feel him. Josh wrapped his legs around Liam’s waist. Liam grabbed his

hips and pulled him closer. Josh felt Liam’s hard dick through his pants. The

boys struggled with each other. Liam maneuvered his way to Josh’s chest, who

found himself face to face with Liam’s dick. It was visibly showing through his

shorts now. Josh lifted his head to gauge to distance his mouth would have to

travel in order to reach it. He held back to urge to try and touch it with his

tongue.  Josh stiffened in his shorts and

quickly turned his back to Liam to hide.

 From Mark’s

perspective, it looked as if the boys transitioned to doggy-style. Liam was

behind Josh, trying to keep control of his arms. Mark envisioned the sound of

their skin slapping together. He grew in his pants. He looked down, saw the

cards and remembered the game they were supposed to be playing.

“Guys, what about the game?” Mark asked suggestively. With

that, the impromptu wrestling match ceased, winner undecided. “We’ll finish

that later.” Liam said. Josh nodded in agreement. Josh and Liam were still out

of breath. The rhythmic sounds turned Mark on even more. The physical signs

weren’t limited to the bulge in his pants. His skin was hot. He was burning

with desire. He wanted both of them now. He hoped the cards would be on his

side, allowing him to go first.

“You boys have no idea what I have in store.” Mark thought

to himself.

Copyright 2015 Suzanne A. Newman.