Game Night

Ever since I met Sven back in 1996 (after that wild double-fucking experience where some random friend of his and me took turns on him...but I won : ), he had immediately invited me to his place in SF for "game night". But then we lost contact, and although re-gained contact years later, to date I had never taken him up on his offer (usually we just end up rolling around in bed instead as he is consistently a GREAT fuck. Since I got back, he insisted I come over for game-night which starts at 7pm and goes on till about 10. I finally said OK, since Sven is also leaving for Sweden the next week and I wanted to make sure I see him this summer. I arrived at his place exactly at 7, as did he. He mentioned people should be arriving any minute as we both walked to his front door. Once inside, I said, "well, I wish we had more than a minute, but I guess that will have to do." then agressively pulled down his pants and pushed him over to his bedroom in one movement. He was half-protesting saying if people start showing we'd have to stop. I said I didn't mind, and within less than a minute later I was on top of him; his legs in the air taking the long-ranger like the pro he is. We fucked quickly like two guys just trying to get off; no foreplay necessary. And within about a minute I shot my wad while humping him missionary. His eyes widened and said, "did you hear something?" Honestly, I didn't. He threw his shorts back on while I walked over to his bathroom to wash. Sure enough, the "gang" had arrived and noisily made their entrance.

I didn't know what kind of guys to expect (Sven is VERY masculine, but his friends, like mine, are all over the spectrum). I'll label them thusly; "Euro-tan" nice guy, "Spaz" - self-explanatory, and "bald Perez" as in Perez Hilton. Not the most masculine group, but I played the game with them OK. Spaz was the "leader" in that he brought the games, understood them the most, and even worked for the company that created them. So, he lost no opportunity to squeel or shreik or cheer whenever a) he got a good card, b) someone else got a bad card or c) whenever I made a bad decision. As the hours wore on, it was clear who had slept with whom already as the big-dick jokes and inuendos directed towards Sven and myself would surface over and over (I had only been with Sven, but apparently I had a rep). But I was geting tired of all the squeeling and cackling and made insinuations that I would probably be heading out soon. Shortly after, the "party' broke and everyone started leaving. I hung back, made my way to Sven's bedroom again and waited for him there. He finally showed up and sayd, "Hey, I thought you had left and didn't say good-by. Everyone was asking about you." I replied, "Naw, was just waiting for round-two." He smiled and got into bed, where we were able to fuck "around the world" in style this time.

The next day, I got a couple texts (WHICH I STILL HATE) from Spaz saying things like, "Hey sexy guy, let me know when you're available." I was not in the least bit interested, but called Sven to see what was up. Sven said Spaz had asked him for my number so he could invite me to the next game night while Sven was in Sweden. That's not going to happen, and I'm not really interested in playing "naked leapfrog" or "hide the salami" type games Spaz may have in mind with me. And unfortunately to date I have gotten several more texts and voicemails from him, even though during one live conversation I tried to make it VERY clear I wasn't interested, while not being a dick to him so as not to make Sven look bad. Anyway, I think game night is over for me. I'll just look forward to Sven's return so he can have a good laugh here.