The Gentlejocks' (M+/M+) - Update (9/19)
Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2021 4:47 am
Hey! So, if you came across Party Games and Other Things, this is a rewrite of that, as I've lost the first version of it, but recently found the motivation to write a new story with those same characters! This should be a. better than the original because it's been two years and I owe you all something for that wait, and b. actually finished because I just finished writing up the 5th part an hour ago.
Hope you enjoy part 1! It's a teaser.
The Gentlejocks' Game Part 1 - Prehunt
Aiden was setting up the living room for the game night sleepover while his best friend was trying to force his own mother out the door hurriedly without raising any alarms.
“Make sure the pizza won't burn- “ Bryan’s father was leaning out of the window trying to get his wife to hurry up.
“We checked Mom, the pizza is fine.” He was waving now, and she took a step towards the car before turning around.
“Oh, and Bryan, make sure your homework is done.” The horn was being honked at her now. She was starting to look a bit frazzled.
“We completed it two hours earlier at 5”. It looked like Bryan's father was giving up, his upper body moving into the seat.
“Do you have our phone numbers?” The horn was now being held down as the car started to roll down the driveway.
“I’ve had it on my phone for at least a year now, and you haven’t changed it from when I was 6.” The car was almost fully in the street, the driver mumbling about missing a flight.
“Okay Bryan, tell Aiden I said bye, and when the other boys get here, lock the door, be safe, love you.” She ran to the car that her husband was starting to drive down the street. She just barely made it before the car made it around the corner of the property.
Bryan kept on looking until he could not see the car, counted to ten, and then shut the door and ran to the couch in the den and texting his friends that his parents were going to be long gone by the time they got here. Aiden walked in, done popping the popcorn, and parked himself on the couch. Turning to the black-haired male, the two quickly went over the event that the four friends had set up earlier in the week, making sure the pregame meal would be ready and the snacks would be easily accessible during the game tonight.
The doorbell rang and when the blond-haired Aiden opened up the door, Casper and Darius were standing there with two duffel bags each, all of them bursting at the seams. Smiling, the three went in, the pizza was taken out of the oven, and over the pepperoni, the four friends dug in before the main event started.
“Alright,” Darius said, placing his empty paper plate in the trash, “do you guys have your things?” After receiving a bunch of nods, the four went to the living room and started to get changed into their clothes for the game.
As all four stripped down to their underwear, Aiden tossed out an idea.
“So, I brought four cock rings, want to raise the stakes?” he coyly asked.
Casper, not one to back down on any challenge, immediately noticed the four rings on the center table and took one, turning away before lowering his briefs to put them on. Darius and Bryan followed suit, not wanting to be one-upped, and Aiden took the last one.
Bryan sighed, tapping his foot against the ground. “What’s taking Darius so long?!”
“He has to cash out on a bet,” Aiden answered, smirking as he looked at himself in the mirror. The tight fabric of the black wrestling singlet and tights he wore did very little to hide his muscular physique, born from years of lifting weights, on the mat, and on the track. “He’ll be out in a bit, I promise.”
“Hope he’s out soon,” Casper muttered, scrolling through his phone as he lied on the floor, his gymnastics leotard half on. “I’m starting to get bored.”
“You’re always bored!”
“Yeah, exactly!”
“Guys!” Bryan shouted, flicking the lights. The reflective strip on his bike shorts curved around his ass and danced on his compression shirt. “Jesus Christ, you’re like children.”
“You just figured that out?” Darius asked, walking into the room. The other three paused, staring at the dark abs that were on display in between the very fitting crop top and short shorts he was wearing.
Casper immediately lifted up his phone to take a picture, and Darius immediately leapt over the couch to take the phone from him. The phone is in the basketball player’s hand with very little struggle, and immediately turned off. “I don’t think so, Cas.”
“Come on! Can I at least have my phone back?”
“No,” Bryan answered drily. “You’re grounded.” Aiden laughed.
Darius places the phone on top of a tall shelf in the den before taking a seat on the couch, slightly jumping as the fabric tickled his lower back. ”Are we gonna start the game yet?”
“We were waiting for you,” the raven-haired swimmer tells him, already pulling out the deck of cards. “Everyone remember the rules?”
“Winner of the first hand gets to go and hide early, loser of the next hand is the hunter. Everyone being hunted has to try and last an hour without getting tied up-”
“Or at least tries to escape before time’s up, Aiden.”
“That was 1 time-”
“Anyone who isn’t untied at the end of the hour is at everyone else’s mercy for the weekend,” Casper cuts in, shaking his head at the two arguing track athletes. “If the happy couple wants to stop arguing so that we can actually play, that’d be nice.”
Aiden slumps down onto the couch, directly next to Darius. “Nice clothes,” he jokes, poking the Black guy in the side. “I heard it’s supposed to get kinda cold tonight.”
“You knew that when you picked these out for me,” Darius complained, leaning into his side for some heat in the cool basement room.
“And we’re all the more thankful for it,” Bryan says, shuffling the cards and dealing them out. “Now, let’s play the mind games.”
Everyone looked down at their hands, and the normally fearless Bryan internally cringed at his awful cards. He looked back up to look at everyone else’s face, Casper sitting on his own bean bag and staring right back at him.
“How good is your hand?” The older Latino asks him.
Bryan shrugs. “Good enough.”
“Wanna switch?”
Bryan looked back at the two people on the couch, both of them holding onto their hands securely. There’s no way that they’ll try to trade with anyone. With this in mind, he turns back to Casper. “I’ll trade with you if that means you’ll work with me tonight.”
Casper laughs. “Fat chance.”
“Aiden and Darius are going to work together!”
“Unless one of them is the hunter, and then they’ll waste time with whatever flirting that they do,” Casper says with a smirk. “If I lose that advantage because I have to help you, it would suck.”
“I hope both of you have bad hands,” Aiden says, gleefully looking between the two of them. “It’d be hilarious.”
They all revealed their hands and Aiden howled with laughter as both Bryan and Casper showed that they had two abysmal hands. Darius sat up a little bit straighter when he saw he had the best hand, his ego and pride boosted by the minor victory. “Well, well, well,” he gloated. “Who would’ve seen it coming.”
“Just go on and hide already,” Bryan muttered, somewhat irked by the fact that he had the worst hand.
“Already trying to get rid of me, teammate?”
The two basketball players locked eyes. “Just imagining how it’ll feel to tie your ass up later.”
Darius smirked as he got up from the couch, pulling up the waistband of his shorts and causing them to show even more of his thighs. “Oh, you all would love to do a lot to-” he spun around, showing how the white fabric shaped around his muscular ass, the strap of his jock peeking out from under the end of it, “-this ass.”
The other three didn’t answer for a few moments, too entranced by the impressive back and ass that was on display. When he turned back around, all of them felt the heavy blush that rose to their faces at being caught staring. Darius winked before he cheerfully slipped on some shoes and disappeared into the house.
Casper awkwardly coughed to break the tension, reaching out to grab the cards. “Let’s, uh- Let’s continue.”
Aiden and Bryan muttered their agreements as he shuffled the cards. All three of them were trying their hardest not to show or admit that they were flustered by Darius’ teasing.
Aiden immediately notices how Casper slightly perks up. “Must be a pretty good hand.”
“Better than yours?”
He snorts, thinking quickly to see if he could try and give the gymnast his single pair. “Hell no. At this point, you might as well hope that Bryan’s hand is absolute shit. You know how well Dair can hide.”
Bryan groaned. “It’s bullshit. The guy’s 6 feet tall, how can he disappear like that-”
Aiden kept looking at the gymnast, trying to mentally tell the man to just trade his cards already, just do it-
“Eh,” Casper muttered. “I think I’ll take my chances with what I’ve got. Are you two gonna trade with each other?”
“No.”
When all three showed their cards, Casper grinned like a maniac. “I knew it.”
“Wait,” Bryan said, looking at Aiden’s cards, “we both have a pair. What happens now?”
“Play again,” Casper advised. “Just let me-” He attempted to leap up and grab his phone off of the shelf where Darius placed it earlier, but failed, the only thing of note about the entire attempt was how his tight clothes accented his muscles and seemed to highlight the bounce of his ass as he landed.
In a blink, the gymnast is gone, cutting his losses. Aiden looked back at Bryan, who was shuffling the cards for one last round. With a nod, the two of them don’t even bother to trade, just laying the cards out in the open.
Aiden felt his heart stop when he saw that Bryan’s hand was far better than his. When he looked back up at the swimmer, his eyes immediately darted to the small amount of rope directly next to the black-haired man.
A few beats of quiet goes through the room before the two of them explode into motion, Bryan grabbing the rope and leaping to try and catch a scrambling Aiden off-guard.
Hope you enjoy part 1! It's a teaser.
The Gentlejocks' Game Part 1 - Prehunt
Aiden was setting up the living room for the game night sleepover while his best friend was trying to force his own mother out the door hurriedly without raising any alarms.
“Make sure the pizza won't burn- “ Bryan’s father was leaning out of the window trying to get his wife to hurry up.
“We checked Mom, the pizza is fine.” He was waving now, and she took a step towards the car before turning around.
“Oh, and Bryan, make sure your homework is done.” The horn was being honked at her now. She was starting to look a bit frazzled.
“We completed it two hours earlier at 5”. It looked like Bryan's father was giving up, his upper body moving into the seat.
“Do you have our phone numbers?” The horn was now being held down as the car started to roll down the driveway.
“I’ve had it on my phone for at least a year now, and you haven’t changed it from when I was 6.” The car was almost fully in the street, the driver mumbling about missing a flight.
“Okay Bryan, tell Aiden I said bye, and when the other boys get here, lock the door, be safe, love you.” She ran to the car that her husband was starting to drive down the street. She just barely made it before the car made it around the corner of the property.
Bryan kept on looking until he could not see the car, counted to ten, and then shut the door and ran to the couch in the den and texting his friends that his parents were going to be long gone by the time they got here. Aiden walked in, done popping the popcorn, and parked himself on the couch. Turning to the black-haired male, the two quickly went over the event that the four friends had set up earlier in the week, making sure the pregame meal would be ready and the snacks would be easily accessible during the game tonight.
The doorbell rang and when the blond-haired Aiden opened up the door, Casper and Darius were standing there with two duffel bags each, all of them bursting at the seams. Smiling, the three went in, the pizza was taken out of the oven, and over the pepperoni, the four friends dug in before the main event started.
“Alright,” Darius said, placing his empty paper plate in the trash, “do you guys have your things?” After receiving a bunch of nods, the four went to the living room and started to get changed into their clothes for the game.
As all four stripped down to their underwear, Aiden tossed out an idea.
“So, I brought four cock rings, want to raise the stakes?” he coyly asked.
Casper, not one to back down on any challenge, immediately noticed the four rings on the center table and took one, turning away before lowering his briefs to put them on. Darius and Bryan followed suit, not wanting to be one-upped, and Aiden took the last one.
Bryan sighed, tapping his foot against the ground. “What’s taking Darius so long?!”
“He has to cash out on a bet,” Aiden answered, smirking as he looked at himself in the mirror. The tight fabric of the black wrestling singlet and tights he wore did very little to hide his muscular physique, born from years of lifting weights, on the mat, and on the track. “He’ll be out in a bit, I promise.”
“Hope he’s out soon,” Casper muttered, scrolling through his phone as he lied on the floor, his gymnastics leotard half on. “I’m starting to get bored.”
“You’re always bored!”
“Yeah, exactly!”
“Guys!” Bryan shouted, flicking the lights. The reflective strip on his bike shorts curved around his ass and danced on his compression shirt. “Jesus Christ, you’re like children.”
“You just figured that out?” Darius asked, walking into the room. The other three paused, staring at the dark abs that were on display in between the very fitting crop top and short shorts he was wearing.
Casper immediately lifted up his phone to take a picture, and Darius immediately leapt over the couch to take the phone from him. The phone is in the basketball player’s hand with very little struggle, and immediately turned off. “I don’t think so, Cas.”
“Come on! Can I at least have my phone back?”
“No,” Bryan answered drily. “You’re grounded.” Aiden laughed.
Darius places the phone on top of a tall shelf in the den before taking a seat on the couch, slightly jumping as the fabric tickled his lower back. ”Are we gonna start the game yet?”
“We were waiting for you,” the raven-haired swimmer tells him, already pulling out the deck of cards. “Everyone remember the rules?”
“Winner of the first hand gets to go and hide early, loser of the next hand is the hunter. Everyone being hunted has to try and last an hour without getting tied up-”
“Or at least tries to escape before time’s up, Aiden.”
“That was 1 time-”
“Anyone who isn’t untied at the end of the hour is at everyone else’s mercy for the weekend,” Casper cuts in, shaking his head at the two arguing track athletes. “If the happy couple wants to stop arguing so that we can actually play, that’d be nice.”
Aiden slumps down onto the couch, directly next to Darius. “Nice clothes,” he jokes, poking the Black guy in the side. “I heard it’s supposed to get kinda cold tonight.”
“You knew that when you picked these out for me,” Darius complained, leaning into his side for some heat in the cool basement room.
“And we’re all the more thankful for it,” Bryan says, shuffling the cards and dealing them out. “Now, let’s play the mind games.”
Everyone looked down at their hands, and the normally fearless Bryan internally cringed at his awful cards. He looked back up to look at everyone else’s face, Casper sitting on his own bean bag and staring right back at him.
“How good is your hand?” The older Latino asks him.
Bryan shrugs. “Good enough.”
“Wanna switch?”
Bryan looked back at the two people on the couch, both of them holding onto their hands securely. There’s no way that they’ll try to trade with anyone. With this in mind, he turns back to Casper. “I’ll trade with you if that means you’ll work with me tonight.”
Casper laughs. “Fat chance.”
“Aiden and Darius are going to work together!”
“Unless one of them is the hunter, and then they’ll waste time with whatever flirting that they do,” Casper says with a smirk. “If I lose that advantage because I have to help you, it would suck.”
“I hope both of you have bad hands,” Aiden says, gleefully looking between the two of them. “It’d be hilarious.”
They all revealed their hands and Aiden howled with laughter as both Bryan and Casper showed that they had two abysmal hands. Darius sat up a little bit straighter when he saw he had the best hand, his ego and pride boosted by the minor victory. “Well, well, well,” he gloated. “Who would’ve seen it coming.”
“Just go on and hide already,” Bryan muttered, somewhat irked by the fact that he had the worst hand.
“Already trying to get rid of me, teammate?”
The two basketball players locked eyes. “Just imagining how it’ll feel to tie your ass up later.”
Darius smirked as he got up from the couch, pulling up the waistband of his shorts and causing them to show even more of his thighs. “Oh, you all would love to do a lot to-” he spun around, showing how the white fabric shaped around his muscular ass, the strap of his jock peeking out from under the end of it, “-this ass.”
The other three didn’t answer for a few moments, too entranced by the impressive back and ass that was on display. When he turned back around, all of them felt the heavy blush that rose to their faces at being caught staring. Darius winked before he cheerfully slipped on some shoes and disappeared into the house.
Casper awkwardly coughed to break the tension, reaching out to grab the cards. “Let’s, uh- Let’s continue.”
Aiden and Bryan muttered their agreements as he shuffled the cards. All three of them were trying their hardest not to show or admit that they were flustered by Darius’ teasing.
Aiden immediately notices how Casper slightly perks up. “Must be a pretty good hand.”
“Better than yours?”
He snorts, thinking quickly to see if he could try and give the gymnast his single pair. “Hell no. At this point, you might as well hope that Bryan’s hand is absolute shit. You know how well Dair can hide.”
Bryan groaned. “It’s bullshit. The guy’s 6 feet tall, how can he disappear like that-”
Aiden kept looking at the gymnast, trying to mentally tell the man to just trade his cards already, just do it-
“Eh,” Casper muttered. “I think I’ll take my chances with what I’ve got. Are you two gonna trade with each other?”
“No.”
When all three showed their cards, Casper grinned like a maniac. “I knew it.”
“Wait,” Bryan said, looking at Aiden’s cards, “we both have a pair. What happens now?”
“Play again,” Casper advised. “Just let me-” He attempted to leap up and grab his phone off of the shelf where Darius placed it earlier, but failed, the only thing of note about the entire attempt was how his tight clothes accented his muscles and seemed to highlight the bounce of his ass as he landed.
In a blink, the gymnast is gone, cutting his losses. Aiden looked back at Bryan, who was shuffling the cards for one last round. With a nod, the two of them don’t even bother to trade, just laying the cards out in the open.
Aiden felt his heart stop when he saw that Bryan’s hand was far better than his. When he looked back up at the swimmer, his eyes immediately darted to the small amount of rope directly next to the black-haired man.
A few beats of quiet goes through the room before the two of them explode into motion, Bryan grabbing the rope and leaping to try and catch a scrambling Aiden off-guard.