Chapter 3

He shakes his head, “Maybe we didn’t mention it before. We’re playing Strip Bowling.”

“That’s not a thing,” says Nico.

“Yes it is,” says Trey. “The lowest score each frame has to take something off.”

I ask, “What if someone else walks in?”

“In this weather? Are you kidding? Besides, I locked the door behind us when we came in. We’re your only guests for the night.”

Great. I guess we’re playing Strip Bowling. I really am not a bowler, but I better take this seriously and actually try or I’ll be naked within five minutes. Although I have to admit that I would not be mad if Nico had to take his shirt off.

Nico comes to my rescue again, “You already stole his socks. He can lose two frames before he has to take something else off.”

Cal grins, “He’s got you there.”

We bowl on. I am still the worst, but I don’t lose every frame. I learn that Trey is as pale as I am under his shirt and even doughier than I thought. But he has no shame and I can admire that. I learn that Cal has an “outie” (ew) and acne scars on his back. And I learn that Nico’s belly button is still a concave vertical oval. He’s more muscular than he was in high school and I now have new mental images to save forever. I can’t not look at him. It’s impossible. With the Under Armour waistband of his under two inches higher than the waistband of his American Eagle jeans, I am transfixed.

We are about halfway through the second game, all in various stages of undress, when I realize that I am down to just my size 10 bowling shoes (still without socks) and my underwear. I should have stopped. I shouldn’t have taken another turn, but absentmindedly, I did. And I lost. Did they really expect that I would take the underwear off? Apparently, yes. Or at least two of them did.

Nico steps in front of me. “This is just four guys messing around. We’re playing a game. Cody lost, and now it’s over for him. He’s out. But his underwear stays on.”

“He played another frame and lost again. Something has to happen,” says Cal.

“Yeah. It’s either lose the undies or we find another punishment.” Trey agrees.

“Or,” Nico tries reason, “you could realize that this has gone far enough and you can grow the fuck up.”

They look at each other, “Nah!”

Cal wonders, “How can we make him pay up?”

Trey grins, “Maybe we find out if the rest of him is as ticklish as his feet are!”

Cal smiles too, “Let’s do it.”

They brush past Nico and catch me by the ball return. I am once again brought down to the floor but this time, it’s not about my feet. I again don’t know what to expect. I have never been tickled before. Cal kneels and pins down my hands above my head, pulling me long and lean. My rib cage juts skyward. Trey straddles my thighs and looks down at my stretched out torso like he’s about to dig into Thanksgiving dinner. His eyes are wide and he’s eager to begin. He pokes and prods at my ribs from the sides and my head thrashes back and forth as I scream in laughter. How the fuck can that tickle so much?

I scan for Nico. He watches with an impassive expression. Does he consider this a victory over having to take my underwear off? Maybe he does. Maybe it is. Maybe it’s not. Maybe I haven’t decided. Trey grabs my sides above the hips and squeezes. Oh my god! I howl in laughter and I can hardly breathe. Tickling is weird. It is torture but it’s not actually painful. I think I’d rather show them my dick. And my dick would rather be seen. It seems to have a mind of its own because the tickling is making it grow. And I’m no longer wearing thick jeans to conceal its growth. Its transformation will not go unnoticed.

Cal pins both of my wrists in just one of his hands, freeing his other hand to poke and drill in my armpits. Trey focuses his attention on my lower abdomen with light side to side strokes and I laugh so hard that no sound comes out. His lower belly swipes are making me quiver so much that I think I might pull a muscle. I need to inhale before I faint.

As Trey continues his relentless back and forth across my stomach, his arm bumps against my erection. It takes him a minute to realize what has happened and when he does, he comes to a merciful stop. I am now at full mast and the fabric of my boxer briefs is being tested at the seams. I look at Nico and he’s watching helplessly with bulging eyes.

Trey says, “Cal, hold up a sec. Check this out.” He points at my towering inferno.

Cal stops attacking my armpits and looks at my monster. “Holy shit!”

Here’s the thing. I’m by far the smallest guy here. I’m only 5′ 9″. The others all top 6 feet. I have a 29″ inch waist and my pants still droop. My size 10 feet are big on my diminutive frame, but they are still the smallest in the room. All of this is true. But there is one place where I know I am above average. I’ve checked. I’ve Googled and I’ve measured and I know that my 7.5 inches are significantly above average. I’m not “porn star” huge, but on my skinny body, it looks even bigger than it is. I don’t know what these three guys are packing, but I am confident that in this one arena, I have nothing to be ashamed of.

Cal says, “Jesus. What’d you do to him?”

“Nothing really. I didn’t touch… It… I swear! It just appeared out of nowhere. Like David Banner becoming The Hulk.”

What they don’t realize is that all the talking about “it” is only making it stronger. These two big guys being awestruck by my manhood is making my dick swell with pride.

Cal says, “You’re a freaking snake charmer! It’s kind of huge!”

Trey laughs. “Let’s see.” He grapples at the waistband of my underwear and yanks them down to my knees. My penis is first pulled forward, then upon its release from its fabric prison, it snaps back to attention. I feel a splash of precum land on my stomach.

Cal points out, “Hey, check it out. More proof he’s natural. The carpet matches the curtains!”

I do not manscape. There’s never been much point. I don’t get many visitors down south of the equator and yes, my red pubic hair matches the hair on the rest of my completely exposed body.

Cal asks, “Why do they call them ‘redheads’? Isn’t it more orange? Or rust?”

No one answers. Trey asks, “Are you a virgin?”

It takes a second for me to realize that he’s asking me a question. I’ve had sex on two occasions in my twenty-two year life. Both times with girls. Both times were fine. Both times were when I was away at college. Neither time had me as raging hard and turned on as these three guys have me right now. I look at Trey, “No.”

“Ever with a guy?” he asks.

“Do you think a guy can make you cum?”

Cal scoffs, “Obviously. He’s about to bust a nut! That thing looks ready to blow.” He laughs at his own pun, “I mean explode.”

Trey smiles, “I’ve gotta find out.” He starts to reach for my Warhammer when Nico’s voice stops him.

“Let me do it,” Nico says.

All three of us look up at Nico, the only person standing.

“Why?” asks Cal. “You’ve been against everything tonight.”

Nico nudges Trey aside, “It’s only just now gotten interesting. It’s my turn to have some fun.”

Trey shrugs then stands and lets Nico take his place straddling my legs. Nico makes eye contact with me. His eyes seem to say both I’m sorry and I’ll try to not hurt you at the same time.

Nico grasps my steel shaft and I gasp. He grips and squeezes and I see fireworks. A glop of precum rolls out of my slit and down onto his hand. He begins to stroke me up and down and I moan and groan. Cal is still pinning my hands down high above head but it’s pretty pointless. I’m not resisting. Every ounce of energy my naked body has left is concentrated in just one location. One 7.5 inch location.

Nico says, “Cal, let go of the man’s hands. Please. He’s not going anywhere. Let him relax.”

Cal does what he’s told. He releases me and stands next to Trey, ready to watch the show. I lower my arms and feeling slowly returns to them. Nico releases my shaft and massages my shoulders and biceps. Then he gently glides his fingers down to my stomach where he caresses me softly. He’s not tickling me. It’s like he’s admiring me. Like a sculpture he’s touching carefully, not wanting to break. Suddenly I get goosebumps everywhere.

Trey says, “Nico, I don’t think he needs any foreplay here. You can see his heartbeat pulsating in his dick. It’s ready.”

He surprises all three of us by placing his hands on the floor, lowering his head and taking me in his mouth. My eyes roll back in my head and I inhale sharply.

Trey yells in protest, “What’s he doing?”

Cal says, “He’s answering your question. Can a guy make him cum? I think that answer is yes. And it’s gonna happen really soon.”

My two previous sexual experiences were both in the traditional missionary position. No oral was involved. This is a new sensation. I’m starting to get lightheaded. The room spins. Nico’s fingers find my scrotum and I quiver. I think he wants to end my humiliation as quickly as possible; he’s going at me with all he’s got. Trey was right – I was already almost there. His tongue tries to pry open my slit driving my glans crazy. Then he slithers that tongue just below the head in a circular motion and maintains that action until he’s confident that he’s activated the launch sequence. I gasp. He continues to swirl. I yelp. He continues to swirl. I slap the floor with my hands. He continues to swirl. My sweaty, smelly toes curl in my bowling shoes. He continues to swirl. My whole body spasms as the first gush splashes the back of his throat. He continues to swirl.

I want to grab the back of his head, but I don’t because of our audience. If I did, what would I do? Would I rip him off of me or would I guide him up and down me? He doesn’t need guiding. His relentless swirling continues as I shoot my second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth streams into his mouth. Once my pulsing finally slows, he changes tack and slides up and down my length. The crisis is over now but before releasing me, he sucks me clean. It feels like a little kiss as he releases me from captivity.

“What the fuck, Nico?” Trey is pissed. “We wanted to see the geyser erupt.”

Nico shakes his head, “You got what you wanted. A guy made him cum. You saw. What difference does it make how it happened?”

Except it does make a difference. As humiliating as this whole night has been, it would have been way

worse if Nico wasn’t here. With just Trey and Cal they could have robbed the place. They could have

made me figure out the beer tap and got drunker. They could have kept the tickle torture going for hours. They could have roughly jerked me off and left me lying there raw, bruised and covered in my own sticky spunk. Or maybe from the very beginning they just could have decided to beat the shit out of me. Nico couldn’t stop everything from happening but he made the night survivable.