I'm online one night scrolling through some hot WAM guys and a message pops up in the corner of my screen, "Feeling Lucky Stud?"
I'm intrigued, and usually game for just about anything. So, I write back, "Always! What do you have for me?"
"A game of Gunge 21 at my place. So, I'll be The House. Remember, The House never loses." He sent me the address, when to show up, desired wardrobe and a picture of himself in a jockstrap. He is tall, dark, wavy hair, a goatee and a muscular swimmers build - damn. He's totally hot.
I show up at the appointed time in a thong, tank top, ball cap and Converse high tops. He answers the door in a yellow Bike jockstrap, Black Converse and a baseball cap turned backwards.
After some initial small talk, which was hard for me since I was fixated on this stud's hot asf body, he led me down to the play room. There was a chair, a table with a deck of cards and a table filled with 21 items - pies, whipped cream, buckets of pudding, chocolate syrup, peanut butter, Nutella.
He went over the game - before each hand, it would be determined what would happen to the loser of that round of 21. Nothing could be wiped off though.
He let me pick the first loss - a big creamy pie. He shuffled and I cut the deck. First round, I got a Jack and a ten. I'm feeling really confident, I reach out and grab his bulge. He draws a Queen and an ace.
He bends over showing his tight arse, picks up the pie and stands in front of me. He takes off my cap, slams the pie into my face twisting it and up into my hair. He puts the cap back on my head backwards. I do see that he has a bit of cream on his left nipple.
Next round he picks, peanut butter spread into the pits. I stay at 17, he pulls a 19. He hands me a big jar of peanut butter and tells me to take off my mesh tank top and use it all in my pits and down down my triceps. He sits up on the table with his legs spread open - such a tease.
Next round is my choice, so I select covering chest and arms with Nutella. He holds at 15. I've got him this time - til I get too cocky and end up at 22. He gives me an industrial size container of Nutella and tells me to enjoy myself as he grabs at his huge mound. I put on a show covering myself in Nutella.
He offers to let me shuffle so I know it isn't rigged but I'm already a sticky mess so he does it while staring at me and licking his lips.
He acknowledges that he's ahead, so he offers a double loss - a pie sandwich and sit in a trifle bare arsed. That's something I got to see so I accept - but I lose the game.
I pull my thong down, slam down hard on the trifle so cream sprays everywhere. I smile coyly. He then takes my cap off, gives me a pie sandwich. I'm so engulfed I can't see anything. So he dumps the last bits of pie in my cap puts it back on my head. He has me stand up, pulls my thing up and then then dumps the rest of the trifle in my thong - payback for getting some cream on his jock. Next round is to cover the cock in Fluff and a bottle of chocolate syrup emptied over the loser.
I can barely see because of the pie, but I do make out that I lost. He hands me a large tub of Fluff. I coat my balls shaft and cockhead while he drizzles chocolate syrup over me. I look up as it pours down over me.
Next to last round, fill the underwear with custard, a pudding shower, sit on an ice cream sundae and have three cans of whipped cream sprayed all over was my selection. He stops on 18, I have 17 , so I have to take a card, a six. I loose. I stand up, he walks over and tells me to open my thong, He stares at my Fluff coated rock hard cock. I can see his equally as hard. He slowly emptys it into my thong. I close my thing and massage it in. He tells me to take off my thong and drape it around my neck. I sit down in the cold ice cream sundae, and feel it go up my arse. He then sprays three cans of whipped cream all over me. He looks at me, staring at my cock standing straight up. I tell him, there's one more - hit me with if sexy.
He pulls the chain and a good of pudding pours down. I look up, rotate around so I am fully covered.
I ask him what he's picking for the next loss. He tells me the table is empty, but he has an idea if I'm game. He shifts his weight so his huge mound of rock hard cock is pushed out.
Damn stud - bring it on.
He pulls out a new deck, shuffles and I cut. He lets me deal. I have 19. He gets two queens.
He grabs his bulge, gives it a squeeze. He pulls me up to a standing position by the thong I'm wearing around my neck, which was barely visible, but then so am I from all the layers dumped on me / though my cock is still standing upright.
He tells me that it's time to pay up