Chapter 3: Then A Shot Rang Out

‘Friday came, and we started playing knowing it would be our last game of pontoon ever. I deliberately left it to him to fill the glasses each time. I also stuck to my plan and never drank more than a third of the glass. But every time he left the room to get us both a refill, I emptied my glass.’

‘But not by drinking it. The table had a big tablecloth over it which hung down on each side almost to the floor. I had sneaked an empty bucket under the table by my seat earlier. Every time he had left the room to get a refill, I emptied my glass into the bucket.’

‘Then every time he returned, I had the empty glass tipped up to my lips. By the end of the evening, he must have thought I’d be completely blotto. I pretended I could hardly stand, so Chris rushed to my side and helped me upstairs.’

‘I think I deserve an Oscar for the performance of my struggle up the stairs and into my bedroom. He sat me on the bed and took my shoes off, Then, he asked if I could manage. I just looked at him and gave him a drunken smile. ‘Wha...?’ I asked, making it sound as slurred as I could.’

‘Never mind,’ he said smiling to himself, ‘Leave it to me.’ He took hold of my top and started to lift it off. I did my best not to stop him, but tried not to make it look as if I was helping him. I had decided I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to, just so I’d know.’

‘Actually, when I thought it might have been a dream, I’d enjoyed him playing with my cock. The firing had also been really lovely. So, as I assumed he’d repeat something similar I was quite looking forward to it. But mainly I was happy that I’d then know for sure, one way or the other.’

‘Once my top was off, he pushed me gently back onto the bed and lifted my feet up and around. Then he undid my belt, button and zip. As my zip went down, my cock started growing. Thinking I was well out of it, he couldn’t resist feeling it through my shorts.’

‘I made a happy sounding grunt. He took my trousers and my shorts off, then had another feel of my now very hard cock. After taking my socks off, he lifted each leg and moved them over so that my feet were wide apart. Sitting back on the edge of the bed, he felt all around my balls.’

‘I closed my eyes and waited for the lovely feelings I imagined I would soon be getting. He played with my balls for a while before moving up to feel all over my cock. That flexed like mad at his touch. I gave an occasional grunt and opened a bleary eye briefly on occasions.’

‘It was clear from his face how much he was enjoying himself. He gave it a couple of very gentle and slow strokes. I didn’t need to make up a happy noise, it felt lovely. Then he stopped and went round to the end of the bed. He got up on the bed in between my legs.’

‘Moving up on his knees, he took hold of my cock with one hand and my balls with his other. I thought, ‘Great, both at once. This is going to be lovely.’ He felt all over them again, then as he fondled my balls, he held the bottom of my cock still, with the side of his hand resting on my hairs.’

‘Then suddenly something took hold of the tip of my cock. It felt so soft and so exciting my eyes shot open. I was looking at the top of Chris’s head and he had his lips around my tip. As I watched in amazement, he let go with his hand and started sliding his mouth down my cock.’

‘I closed my eyes quickly. I was amazed at what he was doing, but the feeling it was giving me was so lovely, I’d never felt anything so good before. As my cock slid deep into his mouth, I felt my tip touch what I assumed was the back of his throat.’

‘He suddenly started choking. He leapt up off the bed, then turned to face away from me whilst he coughed and spluttered. It took a few minutes for him to stop, and I felt quite disappointed that he was bound to give up now. But he didn’t.’

‘Soon he was back up on the bed, had my balls in his hand and my cock in his mouth. He started moving his mouth up and down on my cock. I don’t know how he managed it, but he didn’t let his mouth go down far enough for my tip to touch the back of his throat at all after that.’