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I Lost Big Time
I remember it like it was yesterday even though it happened decades ago. Me in my white briefs, on my knees in front of the living room couch first looking up at the smiling faces of my buds and then straight at their circumcised teenage dicks. How the hell did this happen. I am going to be a cocksucker. As I think back, I remember how and when it happened like it was yesterday.
Shit, shit, shit! What am I going to do? There is no way I can tell Mom that I lost all my Christmas money in a card game with my friends. Even worse, my two best friends split the pot. Mom expects me to hand her half my Christmas tips and use the rest to by presents for my two little sisters and her for Christmas. Right now I have less than $10.00. She knows I had over $75.00. I got to get the money. She will ground me forever and never let me hang with John or Tom again. She will probably call their moms, which means they will be in a world of hurt and never talk to me again anyways.
Let me start at the beginning. The guys, five 15 and 16 year olds, were playing "In Between" Every one puts in a buck ante. Two cards are dealt face-up for the next player. Aces can be called high or low, meaning above the king or below a two. One player in turn plays to the cards dealt face up for their turn. The player bets how much that the next or third card will be in between the two cards laying face-up. If the player wins he gets that amount from the pot but if the next card is either higher or lower than the two face-up cards the player must add the amount bet to the pot. Shuffle the remaining cards and move to the next player until the pot is empty.
We had played a number of games, with no one up or down a whole lot. Then it happened. A couple of guys got burned and the pot grew. There was $35.00 in the pot when it got to me. The face-up cards were a 3 and a queen. I bet the $35.00 pot. The next card dealt was a King and I lost big time, putting $35.00 in the pot. With $70.00 in the pot the game continued. Guys bet small but won their little hands till it got back to me with $35.00 in the pot, my money. I had to get that money back.
The first card face-up was an Ace, which I called low. The second card face-up was a queen. I was in heaven. Easy to decide I was going for the pot and would get my money back. My card was dealt. Fuck no, another ace. I lost and had to put another $35.00 in the pot.
Tom and John were the next two players. Each of them went for half the pot and won. They got my Christmas money. Now I got to say, they won fair and square. They did not gloat or say anything because they knew I was in a world of shit. The three of us were very close and had been since second grade. If you saw one of us, the other two were close by.
The three of us were all about the same size within two inches in height, 5' 7 ´to 5' 9". Our weights were within ten pounds, 135 to 145. Tom had blond hair in a brush cut. John wore his brown hair touching his ears. I'm Paul with auburn hair was always combed in a wave. Our bodies were tight from playing the sport of the season. We were just three normal teenage boys, all horny and full of bravado. We talked about all the things we liked about girls and what we wanted to do. But like most boys that age, our own hands and fantasies were our only release.
After the big pot, the game broke-up. Everyone went their separate ways. I walked home with my stomach in a knot. The only good news was that my mom was out with friends, which meant I could crawl into my room and pretend to sleep. I didn't even reach into briefs for my nightly jack-off. Shit, shit, shit.
I got up early before the rest of the family. I had an idea. Maybe Tom and John would loan me the money and let me pay them back a few dollars a week. I grabbed a quick shower, toasted a bagel and called John. I begged him to loan me the money. He said it would only get me half but he would ask Tom to cough-up the other half. He knew Tom was not up yet on a Saturday morning. He said to give him time for a shower and breakfast before he called Tom. I hid in my room, pretending to do homework till Mom left for her job at the mall. Mom took the girls to my Aunt's house to make cookies, which left me alone till dinner time.
Late Saturday morning John called to say he and Tom had a plan. He said I might not like their idea but it would get me the money. I told John I would do anything to have the money by dinner. John said Tom and him would be over right after lunch.
Around 12:30 the door bell rang. Tom and John were on the front porch with their bikes tucked next to the house. I invited them in and we each grabbed a coke from the refrigerator. I told them thanks for coming because I was desperate to have the money when my mom asked for it.
John spoke up; "We are not comfortable loaning you the money because it could damage our friendship." However, we will give you the money and you will not have to pay us back. But, you will have to do us both a huge favor. You really screwed up. Your luck was lousy and you should understand we have every right to expect something big if it is not going to be the money." Tom just stood there, not saying a word.
My response was quick; "Great! I will do anything to have the money. Shit, who do I have to kill?"
Now Tom spoke; "I am glad you feel that way. I hope you still feel that way when we are through. The fact is we all know that other than jerking off, none of us have any real sexual experiences. We want that to change by you giving each of us a blowjob, right here and right now. You get the money with no debt. We get to know what getting a BJ is really like."
"No fucking way! I don't want your dicks anywhere near me. Let alone in my mouth. Forget it!" I responded.
John was trying to get it to make sense. "None of us will ever say anything to anybody. Once done we won't ever mention it to each other. You know we are clean and don't have any diseases. All of us know girls who give blowjobs, so it can't be that bad. For you, it is mind over matter for a few minutes and then it is over forever."
Tom was not about to negotiate. "Let's go. I told you he would never go for it. We better keep the money for flowers because his mom will kill him. I got to get home. I am all horned up thinking about it." He headed towards the front door.
Tom was right. Mom would kill me. So "Wait! If I said okay, how would it work? No one and I mean no one could ever know. You promise not to think I am queer or gay. When it is done we go on like it never happened."
John explained; "You get the money now. We all strip and you get down and go to it. We agree this never leaves this room and you will never hear about it again from us. Hell if you do it, we will both kiss your dick to seal our lips forever. "
I am not kissing any dick! I will jack Paul a couple of strokes. That's it." Tom interjected.
"Okay, I don't really have a choice. I got to have the money. Shit, shit, shit. Give me the money and let's get this over with." I blurted.
Both guys handed me the money and started to remove their clothes. I counted the $70.00 and pushed it in my pocket. John told me to strip as they both stood there with hard cocks that looked huge but in reality were about 6" and circumcised. Tom's dick seemed to twitch to his heart beat. I got down to my briefs when Tom stopped me. "Keep those on. I don't want to see your dick. I just want to watch you gobble my cock to the finish. " That was when I realized I was going to eat two loads of cum from my best buds.
They went over to the couch and sat next to each other. I got down on my knees facing them and their hard dicks. Shit, shit, shit. I decided to do John first. I reached forward with my hand but he told me to just put it in my mouth and do what we had seen in a porno over a year ago. John slid forward, putting his knees on either side of my shoulders and his cock an inch from my lips. He leaned back and smiled at me, which told me it time to do the deed.
I opened my mouth and leaned forward. His cock head went in and I naturally licked it. He moaned and said something under his breath. There really wasn't a taste, more like licking the palm of your hand. I took more of the shaft in, which got another moan from John. Then I started to bob going deeper each time. In a minute his breathing changed and he pulled out, telling me to lick his balls. He told me it was fantastic. He told Tom it was a great idea exchange the money for a BJ. Then he put his cock back in my mouth and I started sucking and using my tongue to get his shaft wet. That did it. I felt his cock head swell and his dick get even harder. He put his hand on my head but did not force me down on his cock. His orgasm was intense. I thought he would never stop pumping his cum into my mouth. Not sure how many spurts of cum. But it was a lot. I can't say exactly what his cum taste like, maybe a little sweet and salty. I was only thinking about getting it over with. He held me there for a few seconds and told me to swallow. Then he pulled out of my mouth and said thanks. He looked at Tom and said he would not believe how great it was going to be. With that he sat up more erect on the couch and tussled my hair.
Tom looked down at me and pointed to his cock. "You are going to like this one." I scooted over between his knees. Unlike John, he moved forward but sat up straight on the couch and looked down at me. I moved forward and took his dick head in my mouth. Before I could move much, he pushed forward, making me gag a little and putting my nose in his pubes. He pulled back and told me he was surprised I could get it all in my mouth. I tried to take over by bobbing on his cock but he liked to push it deeper every few seconds. In just a few minutes I heard his breathing change and felt his cock head expand. Wanting to get this over with, I twirled my tongue around his dick head. He told John this was better than the money. In an instant he started shooting in my mouth. His jism tasted different, certainly not sweet but salty. He had my head and a handful of hair in his left hand. He pulled me off his cock and continued to spray my face. When he was almost down to a dribble out of his piss slit, he pushed his cock back into my mouth and said to suck him dry.
I had cum on my face and in my hair but I was done. The whole thing probably did not last fifteen minutes. I had the money. Tom started to get dressed when John reminded him of his commitment. I was standing trying to figure out how this all happened. John reached over and pulled my briefs down. I was hard as a rock. John leaned in and kissed the top of the head of my dick. I thought Tom would chicken out but he reached over and jacked my dick about a half-dozen times. Tom looked at me and said I was the best bud ever for keeping my part of the bargain. Tom buckled his belt and headed out the door.
When I looked back at John, he was still naked. He told me I was his best friend and he would never mention what we did again. He took me by the hand and got me to sit on the couch. Then he started to jack me off. It did not take long before I shot on his hand and my stomach. He cleaned his hand on my cheek but only said "Yuck."
I went to the bathroom to clean-up a little. When I got back John was dressed and by the door. He told me it was great to have me for a friend. With that he turned and was out the door. I stood there buck naked. I had two great friends and $70.00. Shit, shit, shit.
We never mentioned that afternoon again. We dated and eventually had almost as much sex with girls as we talked about. College and the military kept us apart for a while. Then marriage and kids started to take almost all our attention. Our families get together a couple of times a year. The wives always tease that we are three brothers not just friends. I guess we know we have each other's backs. We also know how to keep a secret.