Friends of the Younger Variety

by Matt Tims

  Her interest in the game grew as the alcohol began to lower her guard. “What does it say?”

  “If you’re a woman, put the card back and pick another. If you’re a man, proceed,” he read.

  “Are you not sure if you should proceed?” Kyle laughed.

  “Eat my ass, bro,” Tom told him before glancing back down at the card to continue reading. “Have you ever thought about, or considered giving oral sex to another man?”

  Kyle burst out into laughter.

  Tom took another long sip of his beer. Chances are this was about to go horribly wrong. “We’re all being honest here, right?”

  “Of course,” she confirmed, gazing into Tom’s now somewhat shy and timid eyes. She’d never seen this kind of worried expression coming from him before.

  “Maybe a little,” Tom admitted.

  “Maybe a little what?” Kyle asked.

  He looked off to the side to avoid eye contact with his friend. “Maybe I’ve thought about it a little…”

  Now, it was Kyle who was confused. “You’ve thought about what a little? Sucking dick?”

  “Haven’t most guys?” Tom inquired timidly. He finished his third beer, and was now making his way to the fridge to get number four.

  “Maybe if you’re a fag!” Kyle remarked, punching the table in a fit of hysteria. “Dude, I can’t believe you want to suck a dick!”

  “That’s not what I said, asshole!” Tom snapped back, grabbing three more drinks and returning to the table.

  Kyle looked over at Jen with his hands in the air. “Is that not what you heard?”

  “Yeah, but that doesn’t make him gay or anything,” she commented before chugging the rest of her third beer. “I’ve dated a few guys in the past who had similar fantasies.”

  “They aren’t fantasies!” Tom shouted in frustration. “I just said that if I was in the right mood, and somehow a certain type of dick was in front of me, that I wouldn’t rule out the possibility—”

  “Of sucking it,” Kyle finished his friend’s sentence.

  “Yeah…” Tom nodded. “Of sucking it.”

  Kyle shook his head in bewilderment. “And that’s not gay?”

  “Are you honestly telling me you’ve never looked down at a chick while you’re getting blown and thought that it looked kind of fun?” Tom asked his buddy.

  “Um…no…” Kyle laughed.

  “You’re full of shit, dude!” Tom rolled his eyes as he cracked open his fourth beer, sliding another round in front of both Jen and Kyle.

  “I guess I’m a liar because I don’t want to suck dick,” Kyle sarcastically commented. “What about a tranny?”

  “What about ‘em?” Tom asked.

  Kyle also opened beer number four while nodding toward his friend. “Would you blow a tranny?”

  Jen inquired, “What’s a tranny?”

  “A guy who dresses like a woman,” Kyle told her.

  “No, that’s a crossdresser,” Tom corrected him. “A tranny is a step further than that. Some of them take estrogen, and get fake tits, and shit like that. They genuinely want to be women. It’s more than just throwing on a dress and a wig.”

  Kyle took a sip of his beverage before glancing back at Tom. “So, would you blow a tranny?”

  “No, that’s gay, bro,” Tom quickly answered.

  “What?” Kyle laughed.

  “Well, you have to seek out a tranny in order to find one,” Tom filled him in. “They aren’t just walking around in everyday life. You aren’t gonna bump into one while you’re shopping for fuckin’ cereal or something.”

  Kyle’s smile couldn’t be bigger. “How exactly does that make it more gay?”

  “Because blowing a tranny is a commitment,” Tom explained. “You have to find a tranny, know what you’re getting into, and then blow them. Blowing a dude would probably be a heat of the moment thing, and chances are you wouldn’t really even think about it.”

  Kyle was stunned. “Dude, you’re so gay…”

  “Eat a dick,” Tom snapped back.

  “I don’t think that would be a problem for you,” chuckled Kyle.

  “Giving head looks like fun and I wouldn’t rule out the possibility of ever doing it, so fuckin’ sue me!” Tom announced proudly before tilting his head back and chugging the remainder of his fourth beer.

  Jen was caught up in the moment. Could she blame it on her slight buzz? Maybe. Or what about the crazy amount of testosterone at the table? Perhaps. Let’s not forget about all her pent-up sexual frustration that she didn’t know what to do with either. Whatever the true culprit was, something caused her to say four very out of character words.

  “I love giving head.”

  An instant jolt of regret shot through her body. Had she really just said that out loud? Three beers and she was ready to tell a pair of eighteen-year-olds about how much she loved oral sex? What the hell was wrong with her?

  Both Tom and Kyle were staring at her with their mouths wide open.

  “What?” she smiled, trying to play her comment off as no big deal.

  “You love giving head?” Kyle asked.

  “I’m just speaking to Tom’s point,” she told the table. “Giving head looks like fun because it is.”

  “What’s so fun about it?” Kyle further questioned.

  She raised her eyebrows while opening beer number four. “I don’t think so, honey.”

  “Oh, come on,” Tom whined, sliding his card to the bottom of the deck. “I thought we were all being honest here.”

  “Yeah, you guys were answering questions as part of the game,” she told them. “I’m not telling you two about blowjobs unless the card says so.”

  The teens sighed as they watched her pull a card from the top of the deck.

  “Okay, I’m up,” she announced before flipping the card over to read the question. “Tell everyone about—who did this!?”

  “Who did what?” Kyle asked.

  She glared at Kyle. He had to be responsible for this! “Did you put this card on top?”

  “I’ve been sitting here the whole time,” he told her. “How could I have gone through the deck?”

  Tom inquired, “What does it say?”

  “Tell everyone… Tell everyone… Tell everyone about your wildest blowjob experience.” She recited the question with her eyes closed. When she opened them, both Tom and Kyle had ear-to-ear grins.

  “Bro, if there isn’t a higher power who wants to hear about Mrs. K’s head game,” Kyle laughed.

  “Remember,” Tom looked at her, demanding her attention. “Total honesty.”

  It was too late to get out of this now. What had she expected after agreeing to participate in this nonsense? Here goes nothing. “Okay, back in college, my sorority would always throw a huge Halloween party every year. You know, tons of decorations, lots of alcohol, and the entire football team would come.”

  Kyle and Tom shot each other a look.

  “The party we threw during my junior year was absolutely insane. It took weeks of planning. I mean, it was a huge ordeal to make it the best party of the year. Come Halloween night, there ends up being way too many people, and it starts to get a little out of hand.”

  Jen took a sip of her beer—just about at the point where things started to get a bit fuzzy, and a tingle ran through her body. She wasn’t drunk yet, but she was getting there. The excitement in the room only added to her buzz.

  “Our sorority house was on campus,” she continued. “So, these two campus security guards suddenly show up and start telling everyone that the party’s over.”

  “Did they shut it down?” Tom asked.

  “They were about to,” she said, taking another swig. “I made my way over to them and tried to talk ‘em out of it. I was pretty hammered by that point, so who knows if I was even making any sense?”

  “You said this was a Halloween party, right?” Kyle asked. “What were you dressed as?”

  She promptly pointed at the handsome I
talian. “I’m about to get to that because what I was wearing is an important part of the story. Now, I’m telling these two campus cops that everything will be fine and to relax, but they aren’t going for it.”

  She smiled as she took herself back to her wild college days. She wasn’t always a boring mother whose idea of a big night involved adding ranch dressing to her chicken salad. The eager grins on the faces of the two jocks in front of her was really egging her on now.

  “I’m dressed as an angel,” she said. “You know, white everything. I had this tight strapless corset that I could barely breathe in, this short pettiskirt that hardly covered my butt, a pair of obnoxiously big angel wings coming out of my back, and this cute halo that hovered over my head. It was attached to this see-through headband and looked awesome. This was back when I could pull outfits like that off.

  “I’m sure you still could,” Kyle spoke up.

  “Not like this one,” she said. “I was killing ‘em that night.”

  “What happened with the cops?” inquired Tom.

  “I’m getting to it,” she told him. “I decided to start getting a little flirty with them once I could tell that these guys weren’t going for anything I was saying. I mean, we put so much effort and planning into this party, that I wasn’t just going to stand around and watch it get shut down. So, I take each of them by the hand and lead them out into the hallway, my big wings knocking into lamps and banging into people who are trying to drink. I see one of the girls come out of the bathroom, so I quickly pull the guards inside and lock the door.”

  “You pulled them into the bathroom!?” Kyle asked, his voice containing a mix of shock and surprise.

  “I sure did,” Jen answered proudly. “The head guard was an older guy probably in his fifties. He was balding and kinda fat, you know, not the greatest guy in the world to look at. His partner was a different story: maybe twenty-five, and he was actually a pretty good-looking guy. I remember him being really tall and lanky—kinda like you two before you started working out.”

  “What happened next?” Tom questioned impatiently, leaning forward in his seat to continue listening to her story.

  “I’m like a foot away from the older cop when I look him right in the eyes and say, ‘what’s it going to take to keep this party going?’”

  “What did he say?” Kyle asked.

  She glanced down at the table before looking back up with a grin. “He didn’t say anything. He just placed his hand on top of my head and gently pushed down.”

  Tom’s eyes were bulging. “Pushed down…like, pushed down!?”

  “Right down to my knees,” she said, giving her shoulders a little bit of a shake as she smiled.

  Kyle and Tom looked at each other once again with their mouths agape.

  “So, you—” Kyle stopped, trying to lead her back into resuming her story.

  “This guy is wearing a belt with a flashlight, and a walkie-talkie, and all that stuff on it,” she got back into her story. “I reached out and unbuckled it before doing the same to his pants.”

  Kyle couldn’t believe what he was hearing. A few beers and a comfortable environment was apparently all it took for his friend’s hot mom to start telling them about her crazy college days. This was a completely different side of the woman he thought he knew. It was a side he wanted to become much more familiar with.

  “This guy wasn’t exactly a treasure,” she said. She could still vividly recall the scene all these years later. “I remember this little penis sticking out from this tangled mess of hair.”

  “Oh, Jesus…” Tom laughed.

  “But I had to take one for the team, so I sucked the life out of this guy. I mean, I really went at it. My guess would be he didn’t get a lot of action, because he was a goner twenty seconds later. I’m good, but I’m not that good!” she laughed.

  Kyle and Tom both laughed along with her. Neither one could believe that she was opening up this way.

  “Did you…you know?” Tom asked with a grin.

  “Did I swallow?” she asked. “I had to keep this guy happy, so what do you think?”

  “Mrs. K!” Tom erupted, dramatically clapping his hands to show his approval.

  She took a quick, playful bow in her seat before continuing. “So, he moves to the side and pulls up his pants. Here I am thinking I just took care of the problem, when his buddy—you know, the younger guy—steps right in front of me while I’m still on my knees. He didn’t even say a word. He just unzipped his pants, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved his dick right in my mouth!”

  Kyle was on the verge of passing out while Tom could barely sit straight any longer. Jen, meanwhile, calmly took another swig of her beer.

  “Now, this guy wasn’t like his partner at all,” she went on. “He was quite blessed down there if you know what I mean.”

  Kyle’s hand slowly slid under the table and grazed over his now hardening cock.

  “And he was pretty rough. He was thrusting in and out of my mouth, and slapping my face with it, and doing all kinds of stuff like that,” she said with a giggle.

  Tom’s head was about to explode. “He was face-fucking you?”

  “Is that what it’s called?” she questioned.

  “Oh my God!” Kyle groaned, his free hand running through his thick head of hair. He didn’t know how much longer he could sit here and listen to this.

  “Like, real life rough, or porn rough?” Tom asked. “Because you’re making this sound like it was some crazy porn shit.”

  “It kinda was,” she admitted, smiling proudly. “I’d never had a guy slap me in the face with his…you know…before. And he really started going to town on me once he realized I didn’t have a gag reflex.”

  “Did you just say you don’t have a gag reflex!?” Tom reacted, stunned.

  She was so caught up in her story that she didn’t hear his question. “I’m doing it for a few minutes when it sounds like he’s about ready to cum.”

  Tom put the collar of his shirt in his mouth and bit down. He was almost positive she’d just said that she didn’t have a gag reflex!

  “I’m expecting him to do it in my mouth just like his partner did; but suddenly, he pulls out and tells me to suck his balls. I mean, some guys are into that kinda thing, so I just wanted to do whatever got him off the fastest, you know?”

  She paused to finish the last of her beer.

  This perfect woman Kyle had been infatuated with ever since middle school, was in fact a dirty little pig. How flawless could this angel be? He was in love.

  “I’m sucking on his balls when he pulls himself away from me and tells me to open up,” said Jen. “I didn’t really know what he was doing but I opened my mouth because, after all, I heard him say to, and bam…all over my face.”

  The two friends stared at her in a state of shock.

  “This guy was a serious shooter. I walked over to the mirror to clean myself off and I was a complete mess. My face was covered, and it was in my hair and everything,” she told them.

  Neither Kyle or Tom moved an inch.

  “Ready for this?” Jen asked. “These two leave and let us keep our party going. A few minutes later I think I’m all cleaned up, so I make my way back, but guess what?”

  “What?” Tom inquired.

  “I was so concerned about getting the cum out of my hair, that I missed a big wad that was dangling from my halo!” she laughed. “For the rest of college my nickname was ‘Cherucum.’”

  Tom had no idea what that meant. “What?”

  “A Cherubim is an angel from the old testament,” she explained. “So, my little cum mishap with my halo earned me the name ‘Cherucum.’”

  Nobody said a word for what felt like forever before Jen finally broke the ice. “Well, Kyle, you’re up. This is fun!”

  Kyle blankly stared at her.

  “Kyle…” she said.

  He didn’t move.

  “Kyle!” she yelled, finally causing the teen to snap to atte
ntion. “Let’s go, you’re up!”

  Kyle reached out and took a card, shaking his head in an effort to clear his mind. The only thing he could think about was Mrs. K with a faceful of some campus cop’s cum. “What’s your biggest sexual fetish?” he read.

  “Oh, I know that answer,” Tom laughed.

  Kyle nodded back at his friend. “Heels.”

  “Heels?” Jen asked.

  “Yeah, high heels,” Kyle confirmed.

  “I didn’t take you for a shoe guy,” she smiled.

  “There’s nothing sexier than a great pair of legs in high heels,” he said. “Stiletto, platform, pumps, but my number one favorite—”

  “Let me guess! Let me guess!” she interrupted excitedly. If there was something she truly loved in this world, it was shoes. “High heeled boots?”

  “Those are definitely on the list, but they’re not number one,” Kyle told her. “The greatest invention of all-time: wedge heels.”

  She was all smiles. She loved wedge heels. The stable, solid mass of the shoe prevented her from losing her balance like sharper heels did. Plus, they were so much more comfortable than most stilettos.

  “You really like wedge heels?” she asked.

  “Love ‘em,” he told her before sliding the card to the bottom of the deck. “Well, that question was a bit of a dud compared to the first round.”

  “Let’s see if we can pick it back up,” Tom said as he removed a card and read the back of it. Kyle and Jen both watched him look up with a big smile on his face.

  Kyle peered over at his friend and asked, “What does it say?”

  Tom slid the card across the table for him to read.

  “Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me!” Kyle shouted. “I got that lame-ass question and you get this!?”

  “What is it?” she inquired, eager to find out what had caused the commotion.

  Kyle slid the card in front of her in a huff.

  She picked it up and read it out loud. “It’s time to get personal. Make out with another player for twenty seconds.”

  Tom moved his chair back a few feet, softly patting his knee while he gazed at her. “I’ve got a seat for you right here, Mrs. K.”