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Group Dynamics-Chapter 9
"Get the hell off of me, you freaks!" I screamed at Matt and Ryan as they tried to pin me down to the floor.
"Don't let him up till he agrees to keep playing," shouted Kelly.
I struggled against the dead weight of Matt sitting backwards on my chest and Ryan pinning down my legs. The seven of us, with hunky Patrick making it an even eight, were in our suite, playing a friendly game of strip poker, and the game had progressed further than I was prepared to go. Matt, Ryan, Patrick, and I were down to our skivvies. Josh still had on his pants and socks, Jude was only missing one sock, and Rachael was still completely dressed. Kelly, not a very good poker player, unfortunately, was already out of the game, nude as the day she was born. I found it amusing that she had a Tigger tattoo on her inner thigh. She found it amusing that I blushed deep red every time I looked at it.
We'd been partying for almost four hours. It was a Friday night, so we had all weekend to mess around until classes began again on Monday. True to our word, we invited the girls over that night for a party. Ryan had gone back to the dining commons and invited Patrick, our eloquent Maitre D'. He couldn't make it until later (he had to close up the kitchen), so we'd kept the party on a low burn till he arrived. When he walked in the door, the hard liquor was broken out, and several joints were passed around. An hour later, everyone was FUBAR.
Kelly and Rachael came prepared. They broke out a deck of cards and declared a game of Strip Poker. Since everyone was already fucked up, no one protested. In my chemical fogged brain, I got the idea that I would get to see Patrick nude, and that was a nice prospect. It was a measure of my inebriation that I failed to consider that I might be the one showing skin. That is, until I lost that first hand.
It had taken an hour for Patrick to get here, it had taken another hour for us all to get wasted, and it had taken still another two hours to get to the point where I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I had done relatively well in the game up until the last half-hour or so. Kelly had lost early, losing clothes with almost every hand. When she lost her final article of cover, her panties, she stood up and stripped them off without another thought, to the hoots and hollers and dollar waving of the surrounding audience.
Patrick wasn't able to stay long, or drink too much, as he had to get up early to open the dining commons. He played the game, of course, and cheerfully stripped his clothes with every losing hand. I laughed hysterically when he lost the last vestiges of his dignity, in the form of some very tight, form fitting boxers. He simply grinned evilly and went around the table trying to psyche out the rest of us by slapping us upside the head with his very well endowed dick. Ryan waited patiently until Patrick came around to him. When Patrick stood behind him, aimed for a slap up against Ryan's head, Ryan suddenly reached out behind him, grabbed Patrick's balls. and began to squeeze.
Patrick yelped and pulled away violently. Not a smart move when someone has a death grip on your gonads, he soon found out. With a little whimper, he pushed himself back closer to Ryan, trying to alleviate the pressure on his sore nuts. Ryan simply gave a warning squeeze and let him go.
"I sincerely hope you plan on kissing those and making them feel better," Patrick told Ryan with a little pout.
"Oh, if I must, I must," Ryan said with a grin.
He spun around in his chair and grabbed Patrick by the hips, pulling him closer to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked all over Patrick's nuts, making sure to bathe each one thoroughly and licking as far back behind them as he could go without Patrick bending over. Patrick let out a moan and, grabbing Ryan's head, shoved it forcefully into his groin.
They kept up the play for a few minutes, much to my delight, and the others' fascination. Kelly was giggling uncontrollably, and Matt was blatantly fondling himself as he watched. Josh and Jude just watched with huge grins on their faces, and Rachael just kept this long-suffering look on her face, much like that of a mother watching her children make a mess while eating ice cream.
Patrick opened his eyes and realized that he was on center stage. I watched in amusement as he went several shades of red, and pulled back from Ryan rather quickly. Ryan looked up at Patrick in confusion, obviously wondering why he had pulled away. He saw the look of embarrassment on Patrick's face and turned to find us all watching very intently. He too underwent a dramatic color change, as he tried to salvage what was left of his dignity.
"I was just being nice," he said defensively.
That statement, said with such a defiant look, caused such an uproar of laughter that most of us were holding our sides in pain after a few minutes.
"We have a game to play, people," Rachael said finally.
"I thought the game those two were playing looked pretty interesting," said Jude, pointing at Ryan and Patrick.
"Nevermind," said Rachael.
"Can we play that game too, mommy?" asked Josh.
"Yeah, I wanna play `Bury The Tongue' too," added Matt, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively at Jude.
"I said nevermind," Rachael said more forcefully. "We're playing poker, not poke-him."
"Yes, mommy," said Jude in a whiney voice.
I leaned close to Matt and whispered in a pseudo-whisper, "She only wants to keep playing poker because she's winning."
He laughed loudly.
She glared frostily.
I looked at back at Matt and said in my most knowledgeable voice, "Mommy is what is known in layman's terms as a bitch."
Sadly, Kelly had chosen that moment to take a drink from her vodka tonic.
Next thing anyone knew, Josh was wearing the contents of her drink, splattering as it went projecting out of her via her nose. This brought on a fresh bout of laughter, causing Rachael to clear her throat meaningfully.
We settled down demurely, but with our barely contained laughter simmering just below the surface of our pretend serious demeanors. The game continued, and I watched with a laugh as Rachael systematically decimated the competition around me. I laughed harder and harder with each hand as first Matt, then Josh, and then Jude lost clothes with every deal. It was so funny watching their faces as they lost to grumpy Rachael. I shouldn't have laughed, though. Rachael saw me snickering and stopped her assault on the others and turned her attack towards me.
Then I began to lose. It was almost comical the way Rachael beat the pants off me, literally. She got me down to my boxers and had me squirming. She finally let me be, smirking at the perceived power she had over us. She turned her attention back to Matt. Matt began to lose again, until he too was down to his BVD's. Then came Ryan. He was almost too eager to lose anyway, so he was down to his Hanes in record time. It was at this point that I realized that she was methodically beating all of us, one at a time. At this point, my nerve left me and I stood up, ready to quit. As I walked away, Matt asked me to come back and finish the game. I threw him a friendly finger and continued towards my room. I didn't quite make it.
With a loud war cry, Ryan and Matt tackled me from behind, wrestling me to the ground. I struggled, of course, but two against one is hardly fair odds, especially when I was so messed up. Hence the yelling, screaming, and calling them freaks earlier.
Matt was sitting on my chest, facing my feet as he tried to help Ryan pin my flailing legs. My arms were pinned down under Matt's knees, and my hands were to far from his legs to pinch or scratch.
"I said get the hell off of me!" I yelled again.
"Now, now, Lukey. You can't get up and leave right in the middle of the game," Matt said, looking down at me over his shoulder. "Didn't your momma ever teach you manners?"
"I hardly think sitting on my chest with your ass in my face qualifies as good manners."
"Ah, but you'll notice I didn't say a thing about good manners, my friend."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really."
"Matt, you and Ryan have one last chance to get off of me before I do something you'll regret."
"Matt, maybe we should get up and let him go," said Ryan with a grin, "I don't wanna get him mad. You know what they say about a queer scorned."
"No, do not let him up until he agrees to come back and finish the game," Rachael called over to us. The rest of the gang were all sitting around us watching, laughing at our antics. I hate being laughed at.
"I warned you," I muttered through clenched teeth. With that, I raised up my head and clamped down hard on Matt's ass with my teeth.
"Ow! You fucker!" Matt screamed and lurched up away from my teeth. His sudden movement knocked him into Ryan, sending them both sprawling backwards.
I jumped up and launched myself on top of both of them, wrapping my arms around Matt's neck, and my legs around Ryan's torso. And then I squeezed.
The air wooshed out of Ryan's lungs, and I heard a gurgle coming from Matt's throat as I cut off his air. He began to claw at my arm, trying to dig his fingers underneath so he could pry me away from his neck. I just squeezed even tighter. Ryan took advantage of my distraction to take a page out of my book: he grabbed on of my ankles and bit down hard. With a muttered curse, I let them both go as I slithered to get away from Ryan's bite. I crawled away, right into Jude's waiting grasp.
"Oh no you don't," he laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Jude, let me go or you're next!" I howled from underneath him.
"Aw, c'mon, Luke, don't be like that. Just come back and play the game," he said.
"Please, Lukey," Kelly whined as she got down to give me her puppy dog look, "for me?"
Aside from being laughed at, I hated pitiful puppy dog looks the most.
"Alright, already! Jesus! You people are fuckin' nuts!"
Jude let me go and I stood up. I glared at him, which of course, he ignored, and went back to the table. As we sat back around the table, I was miffed, but got some minor satisfaction in seeing Matt rubbing his ass where I had bit him and giving me the evil eye. I also noticed, with a secret smile, that Matt and Ryan appeared to be aroused. For certain, their crotches looked a lot more full than they had before our impromptu-wrestling match. I wasn't gonna say anything, of course. I had more tact than that. Rachael obviously didn't, though.
"Hey Ryan, you like wrestling with Lukey in your undies?" she teased.
"I don't hate it," he replied with a grin.
"Aw, come off it, Ryan," laughed Jude, "You're as hard as a rock."
"Let me see you rub your half naked body on another half naked body and see you not get hard. It's a physical reaction, dipshit."
"Hey, I'm not baggin', buddy, I was just saying."
"He's not the only one," Matt said with a grin as he stood up, "Look at mine." He turned towards me and thrust his hips out. "All for you, Lukey!"
I rolled my eyes dramatically.
"Hey! I thought I got you next!" whined Kelly.
"Aw, does Kelly wanna cop a feel?" Matt laughed as he walked around the table to stand by Kelly's side.
"Woo hoo!" Kelly cheered as she grabbed a big handful of Matt's crotch roughly.
"Ow! Easy, woman! Hasn't anyone ever taught you how to handle ding-a-lings? That's flesh and blood you're grabbin', not a jungle gym!"
Kelly began to rub and stroke Matt's dick through his underwear. The rest of us tried to ignore them, concentrating on the cards in front of us. I cast a few surreptitious glances and saw the bulge in Matt's undies getting bigger and a definite wet spot growing at the tip of his very evident dick. Kelly was using one hand to stroke him while the other was underneath, fondling his balls. Matt's mouth was clamped down closed trying to stifle the moans coming from his throat. The whole scene had me hard as hell, and a sneak peak around the table showed several others as hard up as I was.
Patrick stood up and announced his departure. We all waved to him, inviting him back to party with us another day if he so desired. He responded enthusiastically, got dressed and with a final wave, left the suite in search of the serenity of his own dorm room.
Rachael had a look of death on her face as she stoically concentrated on her hand. Reminded of the game, I looked down and to my surprise, I had a straight flush. Confused, I looked around at the others. Ryan and Jude were as intent on their cards as Rachael was. Josh, on the other hand, was looking at me and grinning like the cat that got the canary. He looked down at his cards and then at mine, meaningfully. Seeing the perplexed look on my face, he looked back down at his cards and then at mine again, gesturing with his head. Then it dawned on me. Josh had slipped me these cards while the rest of us were distracted with the wrestling. The sneak.
I grinned at him and nodded slightly.
"OK, I'm set." I said, looking over to Rachael who was dealing this hand.
"I need two, Rach," said Ryan. She passed him two cards.
"I just need one," said Josh. One was passed to him.
"Three," muttered Jude, obviously not pleased with his initial hand.
"OK, and dealer takes two," said Rachael as she threw down two cards on her hand.
We all looked our hands. I could tell Jude was still not happy with his hand. He couldn't fold because the rules stated that everyone that lost had to remove an article of clothing, while the winner got to put something back on. So everyone had to stay in. He grumbled and looked down at the sock he had on, obviously convinced he would be removing it.
"Call," said Ryan.
"A pair of queens, ace high," said Josh.
"Not a damned thing, nine high," grumbled Jude.
"I got a flush," Ryan said as he dropped his hand to the table.
"Ha! I have a full house," Rachael crowed, obviously thinking she had won yet again.
"Oh that, s good, Rach," I said with an innocent look, "does that mean that you beat my straight flush?"
The look of shock on Rachael's face was priceless. Jude busts out laughing, with Josh and Ryan snickering under their breath. Rachael had been so confident of her skills at poker, that she had removed her socks and shoes midway through the game to show she wasn't worried about losing. Poor, sulky Rachael's first article of clothing to remove was going to be her sweater. She glared at the other guys, but the look she gave me promised a slow, agonizing death to be meted out at a later time. I looked down at my lap in false modesty. She grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it off in one quick movement.
I heard Ryan gasp and looked up. He was staring slack-jawed at Rachael's chest. I looked and finally saw the reason Rachael had gotten so mad about having to remove her sweater. She hadn't worn a bra. She sat there, beet red, glaring around the table, daring someone to comment. The silence was oppressive, until it was shattered by the sound of an animal whistle coming from Kelly.
"Damn, Rach! You never told me you had such great tits," she said with a lewd grin. She paused in her ministrations of Matt's groin.
"Because I didn't think you'd be interested, Kelly," Rachael replied a little more shy than she seemed.
"Of course I'm interested. You're hot as hell!"
"Hey, what about me?" Matt asked plaintively.
She looked up at him.
"You I can have anytime I want. You're a guy, which means you're at my beck and call. So, go beck over there and wait until I call you again."
"Bitch."
"Thank you."
Matt sniffed dramatically and walked back around the table to sit back down at my side. He slumped down in his chair and looked at me with pitying eyes.
"See what she did?" he whined. "One flash of tits and I'm history."
He sighed deeply and looked for all the world like he was going to cry.
"Hold me, Lukey," he said as he moved closer and laid his head on my chest while wrapping his arms around my waist. "You're the only one that really loves me."
"It's OK, baby. Calm down," I said, patting his head like a puppy, "You can be my bitch again if you really want to."
He straightened up with a jerk.
"Your bitch? I don't even think so. You'll be satisfying my needs, queer boy, not the other way around."
A round of laughs brought us all back to the game. We continued playing for another hour or so. By the time we finished, everyone was naked as the day they were born. The game ended on a cheerful note, and it was decided that a movie was in order. I pulled out the printed copy of all the movies I had, both VHS and DVD, and handed it to the girls to pick a title. Kelly and Rachael picked Queer as Folk, the first season.
Knowing we wouldn't be able to watch the entire thing in one sitting, I walked into the kitchen and brought out several bowls of snacks and drinks for everyone. Matt hit the play button and we settled in to watch the series, everyone still in their naked glory. It was one of my favorite shows, and I could see that the others were enjoying it as well. Kelly and Rachael were sitting on one end of one of the couches, heads together, whispering conspiratorially to each other. Josh was stretched out on the floor below them, and Ryan was on the opposite end of their couch.
I had planted myself at one end of the other couch, with Matt on the other end and Jude sitting on the floor in front of us with his back against the seat. After about an hour into the show, Matt swung around and lay down on the couch with his head in my lap and his feet propped up along the length of the couch. He smiled up at me, nuzzling my bare dick, and I grinned back down at him.
As we continued to watch the show, I idly played with his hair, smoothing it back from his forehead and running my fingers through its length gently. Matt just cuddled his head back against my crotch a little more and continued to watch the show. I was hard almost the entire time. At one point, Jude got off the floor and lifted Matt's legs so he could sit on the couch as well. He let Matt's legs lay comfortably on his lap. About ten minutes later, I felt Matt sigh deeply and heard a slight moan come from his throat. I glanced over at Jude and saw he was gently massaging Matt's feet and lower legs. He noticed me watching him and smiled at me softly. I just smiled, nodded back, and turned back to the show.
After another half-hour or so, our peaceful evening was shattered by a loud burst of what sounded like gunfire coming from somewhere behind us. We all jumped and looked around wildly. The acrid stench of smoke came wafting in from the open lanai doors. We looked at each other in confusion and started to get up to investigate. Before we were all on our feet, another burst of sound erupted from the lanai. We ran out to see what was going on. On the ground of the lanai was two large scorch marks surrounded by hundreds of bits of paper.
"Looks like firecrackers," Matt said, kneeling down to examine the burn marks.
"Where the hell did they come from?" I asked. "How did they get up here?"
"They were either thrown up from the first floor, or dropped down from the third," Jude said, looking over the balcony.
"Do you see anyone?" Kelly asked.
"Nope," He turned his head and looked up. "No one up above us either."
"Well somebody had to have thrown them," said Rachael, "they didn't just fall from the sky."
Jude moved away from the balcony and went to the outside lanai closet to grab the broom.
"Well, whoever it was that tossed them is gone now," he said as he began to sweep up the bits of paper.
Just then, a huge bundle of firecrackers sailed up over the balcony wall, fuse lit and sparkling.
"Look out!" Josh yelled as he grabbed Jude's arm to yank him out of the way.
I shoved my hands up over my ears and screwed my eyes shut tightly to block out the burst of light. I could still hear them, frightfully close. The explosion seemed to last for almost a whole minute, but in reality it was probably only more like ten seconds. When the last of the explosions faded away, I opened my eyes to see Matt running over to the balcony to try to catch whoever had thrown them. He slammed his hand down on the railing and cursed. I knew he hadn't seen anyone.
"Whoever it was is long gone," he said with a snarl.
We all stood there looking at each other in confusion and frustration. Who the hell would have done that? I just shrugged.
"It was just a prank, guys," I said, "Let's not worry about it." I glanced over the railing and stared into the blackness of the lower floor.
"I'm tired now anyway, so I'm gonna call it a night."
With that, our little party broke up quickly. The girls gave us all hugs, dressed quickly and left for their dorm. The five of us stood there in the darkened living room after the girls walked out, looking at each other, none of us ready to really call it a night. I laughed as I noticed Matt's well-endowed groin start to get aroused.
"Matt looks like he needs to attend to his little buddy," I said with a small laugh.
"What the fuck are you callin' small, dick lick?" he asked belligerently.
"That millimeter peter between your legs, homo-wanna-be," I replied with a smirk.
"You're gonna pay for that, you realize that, don't you?"
"Oh baby! Make me horny!"
I heard the others laugh at our banter. Josh moved over to me and grabbed a handful of my crotch.
"I'll make you horny, baby," he crowed.
"Speaking of which, who wants to play Bury The Tongue?" Ryan asked.
We all laughed.
"I'm game," I said. I turned and grabbed Matt's dick and pulled him gently towards me.
"Your room or mine, luscious?" I asked him with a grin.
"Yours," he replied, "and you can start by making that bite on my ass cheek feel better."
"Your wish is my command," I said as I began to lead us towards my room.
"Hey, wait up," Jude called from behind us, "I'm coming in to play too. I'm mad horny."
Matt looked over his shoulder and grinned at Jude.
"Sounds like a perfect opportunity for a free-for-all," he said.
A chorus of "Cool", "Sweet", and "Here I come" sounded out as the rest of the guys followed me into my room. As I shut the door, I turned around to find Jude and Matt sucking face, and Ryan on his knees already using his mouth an tongue to explore Josh's dick and balls. As I slipped down to my knees behind Josh, and grabbed his ass to steady him while I plunged tongue first into his sweet looking asshole, I had one thought.
`God, but I love college'
TBC