Game Sessions

Game Sessions – New generation

by Ben C.

Cameron called me one day to inform me about a weekend trip he was planning. I was surprised that he actually called me, as he usually just texted me when he wanted something from me.

"Dude, we are going to Jesse's beach place next weekend, so if you had some other plans, cancel them."

I had heard stories about the fancy beach house Jesse's parents owned by the seaside, but I had never been there.

"Okay. Why do you want me to come with you?"

I had no illusions that Cameron was inviting me because he enjoyed my company. He had made this perfectly clear: the only reason he ever wanted to see me was to have his current needs served, be it providing him sexual release or cleaning his room or doing his laundry.

"You'll find out. Pack for a weekend and be at Jesse's place Friday at four," he told me and hung up.

I showed up punctually, as always. Jesse's silver BMW SUV was parked in front of his studio apartment behind the large house. His parents gave him the luxury car as a high school graduation present.

As I approached the house, I saw two young guys sitting on the stairs leading to Jesse's porch. I recognized them both: they were Cameron's little brother Wes and Jesse's little brother Sam.

"Hey guys, what's up?" I greeted them.

Neither of the boys greeted me back, just exchanged looks and smirked at me.

I stood in front of the stairs feeling uncomfortable, as the younger teens just ignored me. Finally Jesse and Cameron appeared from Jesse's den.

"Right on time, Ritch. We are almost ready to go," Jesse stated.

"Dude, our bags are inside and there's food and booze. Put them in the trunk," Cameron ordered.

Wes and Sam giggled, clearly delighted of Cameron's blunt command. Wes whispered something to Sam, and they both snickered, looking at me. I blushed but did as I was told.

I went inside and found four large sports bags in the hallway. Next to them was a large cooler and three large shopping bags full of food. And there were also four 24-packs of beer and two cases of wine and tequila. I had to make four trips to the car to get them all carried. Each time I had to pass the two grinning teens who were clearly enjoying themselves, watching a guy two years their senior carry their stuff.

Finally I got the car packed and waited for further instructions.

"You little brats get in the back seat with him," Cameron said pointing me with his thumb.

Both younger boys grimaced. They started to elbow each others, whispering so loud that we could all hear what they were saying.

"I ain't sitting next to him," Wes complained and tried to squeeze into the backseat before Sam.

"Shut up and get in," Cameron raised his voice.

"Dude, you take the middle seat."

Sam climbed in grudgingly, and I followed him. Wes got in after me and closed the door.

Jesse started the car and we began our two-hour drive to the seaside. Soon the B&O hi-fi system was blaring some of Jesse's favorite rock music.

I stole discreet glances through my sunglasses at the two boys in the back seat with me. I knew who they were but didn't really know much about neither of them.

When I was at Jesse's we always stayed in his quarters, so I seldom met any other members of his family. Cameron and Wes didn't share a home, as their parents were divorced. Cameron stayed with their dad while Wes lived with their mom in another part of town.

In a few occasions Wes had come to see his brother while I was there. I had noticed the curious expression on his face when he saw me cleaning Cameron's room or picking his laundry, but he didn't ask me anything. And I was sure Cameron didn't share the true nature of our budding relationship with his little brother.

Wes, sitting to my right, could easily be recognized as Cameron's little brother. He had the same stunningly good looks and the same athletic complexion, although he wasn't as muscled as Cameron. His strawberry blond hair fell casually almost down to his shoulders, but I could see that it had been neatly treated by a skillful barber.

Just like his brother, Wes had a golden earring in his left earlobe. And he, too, had the constant cocky smirk on his boyishly handsome face. He was wearing ripped cut-off jeans, a white wife-beater and blue Vans with no socks. His tanned skin was flawless.

On my left was Sam, the brother of a guy that was once my best friend. Sam had the same tall and taut frame as Jesse, but he was skinnier than his big brother. Sam was the singer and front man of a local punk rock band, and he didn't give up his rock-star image even for a weekend trip on a hot summer day.

Sam was wearing a red bandanna around his long black hair, a black Metallica tank top and black jeans. And I can tell you, jeans don't come any tighter than these! You know those pants that are called second-skin or spray-on jeans? They look really hot on a skinny young dude in my opinion, and Sam had the perfect butt and legs to show off in those insolent pants. A long thick steel chain was hanging from his belt. The other end of the chain was attached to Sam's wallet in his side pocket.

Sam had the same obsession with Converse hi-tops as Jesse. But as a punk rocker his Chucks had to he totally trashed. This time he was wearing dirty, once-white Chucks with several holes in them. The worn-out shoes were covered with all kinds of punk rock emblems, scribbled coarsely with a black marker pen.

The two-hour drive was mostly eventless. Jesse and Cameron chatted in the front, but Wes and Sam just fiddled with their smartphones, looking sulky, presumably because of my presence between them.

Finally Jesse parked the car in front of his parents' villa. It was a beautiful two-storey log house, surrounded by a park on the other side and a private beach on the other.

We gathered on the front lawn and Jesse explained our sleeping arrangements. He and Cameron would be sharing a large bedroom upstairs. Wes and Sam would take another bedroom downstairs while I would be sleeping in a small room in the basement. Somehow, I was not surprised.

The boys went inside and left me to unpack the car. Then it was dinner time. We grilled burgers in a large stone grill on the patio and ate them with corn and salad. The boys drank beer and wine, but I decided to stick to a soda.

After dinner the boys moved inside to chill out in the living room. I felt tired after clearing the table and cleaning the grill. I guessed that my company was probably not missed, so I decided to call it a day and retreated to my tiny basement room with a book. I stretched out on the bed and started to read. But soon I noticed that I could hear everything that was said in the living room upstairs, through an air vent next to my pillow.

I heard beer cans being opened as the boys settled down.

Soon a lively conversation about guy-things was on. You know, football, cars and – of course – sex.

"Hey man, get me another beer," Wes called to someone.

"Hold on," Cameron interrupted.

"You'll get your beer. But now you have to keep sober for a while, as Jesse and me have something we want to share with you. A big bro thing."

"Aww, no fucking lectures, Cam," Sam groaned.

Jesse chuckled.

"Believe me, this is a lecture you'll like. It's about making your life easier."

"Okay, shoot," Wes said.

Cameron got into business.

"Look guys. We know you both have already got laid a couple of times. That's good. You are guys, and guys fuck chicks. But Jesse and me are going to tell you something new about sex today."

"I'm already interested," Sam chuckled.

"Good. Now, as we all know, at your age guys are constantly horny. But you can't find a chick to take care of you every fucking day, right?"

Both boys laughed.

"You nailed it, Cam."

"So what do you do when you feel horny but can't get laid?

"Lube my right hand," Sam laughed shamelessly.

"Right. But there is an alternative to wanking fifteen times a week."

I saw clearly now what Cameron and Jesse were up to.

"What the fuck are you telling me?" Wes blurted.

"You can get your cock sucked."

"I managed to get a chick to suck me once, but just for like twenty fucking seconds. She told me she doesn't like the idea or the taste of a guy's cock in her mouth," Wes said.

"Exactly. Most chicks hate giving head," Jesse said.

Jesse continued their little lecture. I could imagine him flashing a wicked smile and raising his index finger.

"Well, as you know, there are guys and then there are girls. You fuck girls but you don't fuck guys, right?"

"Right on, man."

"But then there are dudes who are technically guys, but they are not real guys."

"You mean fags?" Sam blurted.

"Yes, I mean fags."

"No fucking way," Sam announced.

"I won't fuck fags," Wes exploded.

His big brother answered him, soothingly.

"Nobody is expecting you to, Wes. And if I'll ever find out you've been fucking a fag, or letting a fag fuck you, I'll beat you black and blue."

"It won't happen," Wes snapped.

"But you can always use a fag," Jesse chimed in.

"Use a fag? How?" Sam asked, perplexed.

"You can just get your rocks off by letting a fag suck your dick," Jesse explained patiently.

"Eww."

"Trust me. It's a win-win situation. You can unload your balls and the fag gets the pleasure of pleasing a straight guy."

Wes and Sam went silent, trying to comprehend Jesse's teachings.

He went on.

"Look guys, here's how it goes. With girls, you can never let your guard down. Their moods change twenty times a day, they are jealous, and you have to flatter them all the time and buy them fucking dinners and flowers and shit."

"But you don't need to care about a fag's feelings."

Suddenly, Sam seemed to realize something.

"Fuck, does this mean that you and Cam have been using homos for blowjobs?"

Jesse chuckled.

"Well, what the fuck do you think I'm trying to tell you here? But we'll come to that later. Let me explain how it works."

Jesse continued. He seemed to have caught the younger boys' full attention now.

"When you find yourself a suitable fag to use, you keep it strictly on your terms. When you need him, you just call for him. You tell the fag when and where. He comes, he gives you a blowjob and you dismiss him. No niceties needed."

"Well, I don't know any fags. So how are we gonna find one?" Wes asked, puzzled.

Jesse and Cameron burst into laughter.

"You might take a look into the basement," Cameron said.

"You mean he's the fag you've been using?" Wes almost screamed.

I sighed. This was going to be a weekend I would never forget.

"Yes, Wes. He's the fag," Jesse answered.

"But I thought you were good fiends, Jesse," Sam said.

Jesse took a pause before answering.

"Naah, it used to be that way. Nowadays he's just another homo to me."

Autch! That hurt.

"Fuck, Cam, I got him pegged for a fag all right, when I saw him in your room, picking your dirty socks and boxers from the floor. But I would've never ever guessed anything like this," Wes told his big brother, admiringly.

Cameron chuckled back to him.

"Well, I've been letting him do my chores too. But that's kind of a bonus for him."

All four boys laughed.

Then Jesse got serious.

"Guys, you know that Cam and I are both leaving town for college in a couple of weeks. So we thought we might pass on the tradition."

"Really?" Sam asked, surprised.

"Really," Cameron answered.

"Jesse and me, we know how frustrating life can be for a guy at your age. Constantly horny, and no other way to get off than wanking."

"That sucks. And so does Ritch," Jesse added.

All four cracked again. I couldn't help smiling a little myself, despite the humiliation. It was a good little pun, I had to give that to Jesse.

"So we arranged this little trip so you boys could have some extra fun. We know we haven't always been so kind to you as big brothers. But Cam and me, in the end of the day, we are always on your side."

"Tomorrow, both of you are going to get a blowjob you'll never forget," Cameron said.

"Fuck, I don't think I can get my dick hard if a fag touches it," Sam moaned.

"Oh yes you can. Take it from me, man. It's a fucking power trip for a guy to see a dude on his knees at your feet, waiting to service you."

"Yeah. It's a big part of the fun," Jesse confirmed.

"You can use the fag tomorrow after breakfast. Who wants to be first?"

The rowdy teens seemed to lose their bravado instantly as they went dead silent.

"Sam, you're younger, you can go first," Jesse decided.

"Aww, I don't know..." Sam pleaded.

Cameron gave him a little encouraging.

"Just relax. The fag knows his business. He'll take good care of both of you."

I had heard more than enough, so I placed a pillow on the air vent and tried to catch some sleep. I slept restlessly, as images of Wes and Sam kept appearing in my dreams.

I woke up at eight, showered and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. After a while Wes and Sam came in and sat at the kitchen table. Both boys were shirtless. Wes was wearing his cut-offs, but Sam had nothing but his white stretch boxer shorts on. I admired the way they showed his tight buttocks.

"Good morning guys," I said, handing both of them a plate of fried eggs and toast.

"Mornin' fag," Wes replied and was rewarded with a delighted chuckle from Sam.

The boys kept glancing at me while they ate. I could see they were restless and probably a bit apprehensive, too. They kept goofing around and playing with their food. Suddenly Wes took a piece of egg-covered toast and threw it at Sam. Sam responded by throwing back a slice of tomato, hitting Wes on the face. Soon both were circling around the table, trying to hit each others with all kinds of food and ducking to avoid the incoming missiles.

The food-fight became to an abrupt end when Jesse entered the kitchen.

"Stop that right fucking now before you break something!" Jesse yelled.

Wes and Sam stopped their battle immediately, looking guilty.

"Ritch, clean this mess and bring me some breakfast."

I wiped the table and chairs and mopped the floor. By the time I was finished, Cameron joined us. I fixed them both some breakfast and fresh coffee. They wolfed down their breakfast, as I stood by the kitchen counter.

Finally, Cameron burped.

"Dude."

"Yeah?"

"After you've washed the dishes, you're gonna take care of Sam and Wes."

"A blowjob of all times," Jesse added.

I tried to look surprised.

"Well, if that's what you..."

"Yeah. It is."

End of discussion.

After breakfast, the boys settled comfortably on the huge white sofa, while I sat down on a bar stool at the counter of the open kitchen.

"This is the day of your life. I promise," Cameron said, grinning.

"A blowjob of a lifetime," Jesse added.

Sam seemed to be nervous, as he would be the first to go.

"But what if he doesn't want to give me a blowjob?" Sam asked his brother with a worried look on his face.

"I don't think he even likes me. I sure don't like him."

Cameron and Jesse chuckled and exchanged knowing glances.

"Ritch, come here," Jesse called.

I hesitated for a few seconds but stood finally up and moved to the living room, standing in the middle of the floor, facing the four boys.

"Ritch, my little bro here thinks that you don't like him. Is that true?" Jesse asked.

"Oh, no, umm, no, I like Sam all right," I stuttered.

"Okay." Jesse paused for a while, thinking.

"Well, why don't you show him some affection, then."

"Umm, yeah, well, what do you have in mind?"

Jesse thought for a while. Then he grinned.

"Why don't you give Sam a nice foot rub to show how much you like him."

"Oh, fuck!" Wes blurted.

I felt my face turn red in embarrassment. By now, I was accustomed to being the object of Cameron's and Jesse's occasional ridiculing, but this was something new. I was going to be humiliated in front of all these guys, giving a foot rub to a teen two years younger than me.

And at the same time it was a huge turn-on for me. I could feel my cock harden in my shorts as I kneeled on the floor at the handsome teen's feet.

The laces of Sam's Chucks were untied, so I had little trouble slipping the dirty shoes off his feet. I could immediately smell the strong aroma of unwashed teen feet, mixed with the rubbery odor of the trashed Chucks.

I placed the shoes neatly on the floor and wrapped my fingers around Sam's left foot. His white ankle sock felt warm and moist in my hand. I started to rub the teen's foot gently.

"I can't fucking believe this!" Wes cried out.

I glanced up and saw Sam grinning exultantly at me, enjoying the show with his hands clasped behind his head, as I started to rub his right foot. My knees were starting to hurt, and my raging hard-on made my position on the floor very uncomfortable.

Finally Jesse interrupted the show.

"Enough! Stand up!"

I stood up, placing my hands in front of my crotch as casually I could.

"Let me see your hands!" Jesse snapped, grinning.

Reluctantly, I raised my arms. This caused a roar of laughter, as the boys could see the huge tent in my shorts.

"See, Sam, he likes you a lot!" Jesse laughed.

I just stood there, looking down, and let the boys have their fun. Finally, the laughter died down.

Cameron stood up, moved close to me and lifted my chin so I had to meet his gaze.

"Dude, you'll take care of Sam first," he said.

"Okay."

Cameron leaned closer and whispered in my ear,

"And remember to thank him."

I bit my lip and nodded.

"All right, you're on, Sam," Cameron said. His statement was met by Wes's cat-calls.

Wes punched Sam's shoulder lightly.

"Go for it, bro."

"I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom, Sam," I said.

I climbed the stairs up to the boys' bedroom and sat on the corner of one of the unmade beds. The floor was scattered with socks and all kinds of rubbish.

After a while Sam appeared at the doorway. I stood up and gestured him politely to come in. He did and closed the door behind him.

We stayed silent for a while. Then I asked,

"Anything particular you want me to do?"

"I dunno. What do you usually do?"

"Well, you might want to take your shirt off so it won't get stained. Or if you want, I can remove it for you.

Sam gave me a suspicious look.

"I'll do it myself.`"

He stripped his t-shirt off and threw it on the bed. He looked me in the eyes defiantly.

"Well, do your thing, dude."

I took a while to admire the shirtless teen in front of me. While Sam was skinny, he had a wiry, athletic body structure with baseball-like biceps and a nice, natural six-pack. A thin, black love trail ran from his navel to the waistband of his white Hollister boxers.

I stepped closer to Sam and went down on my knees in front of him. As Cameron had promised, I knew my business.

I placed my hand on Sam's crotch and rubbed it gently through the thin denim. I felt his cock stiffen instantly.

Sam had suspected that he couldn't get a hard-on by letting a fag touch him. Well, this fag had barely brushed his crotch through his jeans, and he was hard already. I rubbed his crotch some more and could see and feel the results, as Sam's hardening cock stretched the denim of his tight jeans.

I opened the black studded belt of Sam's jeans, lowered the zipper and slid the skinny pants carefully down to his ankles with some effort. I helped him to squeeze his feet free from the tight jeans. Finally he stood over me clad only in his white boxers.

I knew the horny young dude wouldn't probably last long, so I decided to make the foreplay short. But I couldn't resist the temptation to place my lips on Sam's flat underbelly to get the taste of his smooth skin. I licked his abdomen gently a few times. His cock got so hard under my chin that I knew it was now time to provide the young man the satisfaction he had come to seek from me.

I hooked my fingers under the waistband of Sam's boxers and slid them slowly down to his ankles. Sam lifted his feet a little so I could strip them completely off.

I looked up and saw a young stud's fuck-organ in full mast in front of my eyes. It was a respectable sized cock for a teen, maybe seven inches. It would probably still grow to reach it's full size in a year or two.

Meanwhile, I was sure there were already many young girls ready to let the aspiring rock star slide his pulsing cock in their pussy and let the handsome young dude fuck them with all his raw power. But now he was mine to worship for a while and I intended to make the moment unforgettable for both of us.

I cupped my hands on Sam's firm, smooth buttocks and draw him closer to me. I rubbed my face on his crotch and took a deep breath. Sam's cock and balls had been stewing inside his skin-tight jeans for two days by now, and he hadn't showered since, so the aroma of his boyhood was strong. For me it was like nectar, a cocktail of teenage crotch sweat and raging hormones.

I kissed the underside of Sam's cock. I could feel a shock wave go through his taut body, so I started to lick the salty shaft lovingly. Sam took immediately a firm grip of my head with his both hands. That move must be stored somewhere deep in straight guys' instincts. It was a show of lust and power, a natural thing to do when a young guy knows he is about to be pleased by another guy kneeling at his feet, a guy he considers inferior to himself.

I took the hint and slipped Sam's cock in my mouth. The skin felt warm and smooth against my tongue. I closed my lips tight around the shaft.

Sam wasted no time and started to fuck my face. After a few thrusts I held his buttocks hard and took the whole pole in my mouth so that my nose was pressed on Sam's neatly trimmed black pubes. His flat pelvis felt hard and moist against my nose.

"Uuuuh. Fuuuck, you took it all," Sam gasped and started to pound my face even harder.

As I had expected, Sam didn't last long. Soon he tightened his hold of my head and shot a copious load of warm teen sperm in my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but couldn't match the production capacity of the horny young dude's balls. I could feel some of Sam's sperm dripping on my chin and neck.

Sam kept his softening cock in my mouth for a while, so I used my tongue to clean it. Then he placed his palm on my forehead and pulled his cock out.

I licked the rest of his cum from my lips and wiped my chin with my hand.

I looked up. Sam was still panting, looking down to me. He had a triumphant look on his young face: for the first time in his life he had used another boy for his pleasure.

I remembered Cameron's instructions.

"Thanks," I said, looking straight into Sam's dark eyes.

A huge grin appeared on Sam's face – a killer smile. He looked just like his brother, self-assured, carefree and happy with his conquests.

"You're welcome, faggot."

Sam pulled his jeans and boxers up, zipped and left, his tank top wrapped around his bare neck, leaving me on the floor on my knees.

Soon I could hear Sam telling the others, excited,

"The fag swallowed my load and thanked me on his knees!"

To be continued?

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