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With varying degrees of cracking joints and grumbling, they arranged themselves on the floor of the sitting room in a circle.
‘Right,’ Larry held up the objects in his hand. ‘So, we’ve got three dice, right? What to do, where to do it and this one I’ve adapted to who to do it to.’
‘Good improvisation,’ Jim interjected in a Pat voice.
‘Thank you.’ Larry turned the dice over and read out the sides. ‘Kiss, stroke, lick, suck, blow and nibble, ok. And then lips, neck, nipples, stomach, thighs and…’ He turned it round so they all read the words ‘pussy/cock’ for themselves. ‘But, because my writing instincts never leave me, to add a little bit of tension you roll the action one first, then the location and then finally the person, alright?’
‘What happens if we roll ourselves?’
‘Then you get to suck your own cock, Mat, you can do that can’t you?’
Mat pouted at him.
‘You down a shot and it moves on to the next person. Marf? Ladies first? And then we’ll go round the circle.’
Martha took a deep breath and leaned over to collect the dice. She rolled the first one to show Kiss and the second to show Neck. She jiggled the last one a few times in her palm before tossing it in to the centre of the circle. Si. She turned to face him with a smile and found he was grinning back.
‘Lucky me.’
Martha got on to her knees and shuffled towards him, keeping eye contact all the time. She broke it to dip down, pulling the collar of his navy polo shirt aside as she traced her lips up the curve from his shoulder to just under his ear. Simon gave a full body shudder and, as she went back to her seat, quietly adjusted himself in his jeans.
Everyone looked at Jim expectantly as he retrieved the dice.
Lick.
Lips.
Laz.
‘How alliterative,’ Larry quipped as Jim stretched across the circle, taking his weight on his knuckles. He tipped his head as if he were about to kiss Larry but instead let his tongue gently tease at the seam, running it along to one corner and then tracing across his top lip followed by his bottom one. He pulled away smiling, as Larry swallowed hard.
‘That had no right to be that sexy,’ he croaked and Jim’s smile broadened and he gave Larry a wink.
‘Right, Ben.’
Ben rattled the first die in his hand. Suck. Then the second. Nipples. The atmosphere in the room seemed to grow a little more tense as everyone watched the third die fall. Ben. Five people sagged as Ben laughed and swallowed his shot. He scooped up the dice and passed them to Mat.
Mat let the first one fall from his hand and watched it roll across the carpet. Lick. He sent the second one after it. Nipples. A few glances were swapped between the others. He rolled the third die. Si.
‘Ooooh, nice,’ Simon grinned. ‘I’m liking this game.’ He reached behind his neck and tugged his shirt over his head.
‘You could have just lifted it up,’ Jim said with raised eyebrows.
‘You know me, why wear something when you can not wear it.’
Mat brushed the dice out of the way and crawled across the circle. He ran the flat of his tongue over Simon’s right nipple then circled it a couple of times until it was firm. He moved over the other one and lapped at it before closing his lips around it.
‘Hey,’ Larry admonished gently. ‘Lick it says, not suck, play fair.’
‘Thanks, Laz,’ Simon complained as Mat pulled away. ‘I was enjoying that.’
‘Come on, Moaning Minnie, your turn.’ Martha picked up the dice from in front of her and passed them over to Larry.
He shook them in his palm a couple of times, brought his fist up to his mouth and kissed it for luck and then shook again before releasing. Stroke. He repeated the process with the second die. Thighs. As he started to shake the final one, Ben said:
‘In your own time’ under his breath as Larry let go of the final die. It stopped rolling to show Marf and Larry shot Ben a look that said ‘see? Worth it.’
Martha giggled and rearranged herself, shuffling back to lean against the sofa and stretching her legs out in front of her, pulling her denim skirt so it sat around her hips. Larry knelt in front of her and gently ran his hands up both thighs, keeping eye contact with her all the time. His thumbs stroked the soft skin of her inner thigh and he pulled away millimetres before they were about to make contact with the cotton of her panties. Her chest heaved with anticipation as he did it again and he noticed the slightly shifting of her weight as she fought not to slide forward and let him touch her. Knowing the others were watching intently and that he had stupidly just reprimanded Mat for pushing the boundaries, he daren’t overstep the mark but he repeated the movement one more time and let his thumb brush almost imperceptibly against her. He saw her stomach tighten, her eyes drilling into him. So far in this new group dynamic, they hadn’t had that much interaction but he resolved to change that soon. He gave her a wink and retreated to his seat.
‘Goodie, my turn,’ Simon collected the dice.
‘You’ve had half the attention already!’ Martha teased.
‘And now I get some more.’
He rolled the first die. Suck. Eye contact was made around the group as it occurred to people that this might be the first time Simon had to give oral to someone else. He rolled the second die.
Pussy/Cock.
Eyes widened and all five mouths started to twitch into surprised smiles. Simon seemed unperturbed. He threw the last dice.
Jim.
Jim coughed on the mouthful of drink he had just taken and looked up at Simon.
‘Right. Well. Erm. Ok.’
Simon’s eyes travelled down Jim’s body and back up again.
‘I’m game if you are.’
‘Er, yes, yes, ok.’ Jim put his glass down clumsily and reached for his belt. He fumbled it open and pulled down his zip before lifting his bum off the floor and shimmying his jeans down feeling very self-conscious.
Simon finally noticed the rest of the group watching him.
‘What? You’re all looking at me like I’ve never done this before. I love sucking cock.’
‘Whose?’ Larry said before he could stop himself.
‘Never you mind whose. I’m perfectly capable. And I swallow.’
Jim’s eyes bulged.
‘I don’t know if I…’ He looked round the group nervously. ‘Bit unfair, everyone else has only had a little bit of foreplay.’
‘Some of us haven’t even had that,’ Ben muttered.
‘Well let’s start now and see how we go.’ Simon shuffled between Jim’s legs and, watching for any sign that Jim might change his mind, eased his boxers down. He smiled when he saw how hard Jim was.
He bent forward and slipped the tip between his lips. Jim groaned and let his head fall back on to the sofa behind him. He was vaguely aware of everyone leaning to get a better view but, as Simon’s mouth worked him expertly, he was too lost in the pleasure to care. He meshed his fingers into the blonde curls and tipped his hips up to let Simon get lower.
The others exchanged looks as Simon’s head bobbed rhythmically and Jim sat, almost frozen, with his eyes closed and his mouth open.
‘Oh God, oh God.’
They saw Jim’s hand tighten into the curls and his hips come off the floor as his back arched.
‘Fuck. Si… I… Fuck.’ He tensed in midair, his hips pushing up towards Simon who held them in his huge hands and seemed to sink his mouth down further, holding still as Jim pressed into his throat. Everyone held their breath, eyes fixed on the two men, until Jim collapsed on to the floor, gasping for air, and Simon pulled away looking smugger than ever. He wiped his thumb at the corner of his smirk and went back to his seat without making eye contact with anyone.
‘Jesus wept,’ Jim said from his position staring at the ceiling.
‘That’s what I call being sucked off,’ Larry joked and Martha threw a peanut at him.
‘I’m not sure we can improve on that. Good game, Laz, even if I didn’t get any,’ Ben said, getting to his feet.
Larry met his eye and smiled.
‘I promise to make it up to you, maybe we’ll play with them just us, and you can be the recipient every time.’
Ben smiled back, flushing slightly.
‘I might hold you to that,’ he said quietly. ‘Now who wants a refill?’