Let the mess begin. Jake has just texted Mike, ands he replied with the offer of custard. What will happen next?
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It was starting to dawn on me that my place was mine again. I was free to do what I wanted, when I wanted. This was that clean break I had been hoping for over the last few days and weeks. At a loss about what to do I resorted to an old staple, I made a cup of tea. Whilst I knew Mike would be over shortly, the bar was on the other side of town and it would take at least twice that to get here. I mean I was assuming that he was at the bar, in truth I didn't know where he lived or was, but in my mind that was where I thought he might be. The doorbell rang just as I sat down with my cup of tea. There must be some law in the universe about why these things happen! I almost leaped out of my chair to answer the door and found a hot and sweaty Mike at my door.

I gave him the once over with my eyes, lingering a little on where sweat had accumulated, sticking to his rock-hard abs. Noticing my interest he mentioned that he had been "working out at the gym" and had "ran over here".

"Which gym?" I asked.
"The one on the corner of 3rd." He replied. That was the gym I went to occasionally, though I hadn't been there for a while. Momentarily that struck me as odd, surely, I would have noticed Mike if we had been there at the same time, it wasn't the largest of places. But the moment passed. "You going to invite me in?" He asked with a cheeky smile.
"Come inside, tea?"
"Thanks"

We sat there for a while drinking tea, and Mike listened as I unloaded onto him everything that had happened. He nodded in agreement, never pausing or interrupting me, just allowing me to speak my mind. All the time he was looking at me, taking it all in. When I was done, he just sat there, a smile in his eyes.
"What do you think I should do?" I asked him.
"You're really attractive you know."
"I am?" I was confused by the sudden change in tack, Mike's response had derailed my thoughts.
"Yeah, do you mind if I kiss you again?"

I was lost for words. I remembered the kiss in the alley, was a bit confused by it, by had put it down to the alcohol we had drunk and the adrenalin from the near miss of a Drew encounter. After a moment I said he could and we embraced, making out on my sofa. It was an incredible experience that I didn't want to end. Ultimately Mike drew back, and he just held me there for a while.

"Enjoy that?"
"Yeah"
"Want to take it a bit further?"
"Erm, yeah, I think so."
"Cool. Let's have some fun on the way."
I was intrigued. What did he mean by fun?
"So, there is this little kink I'm into. I enjoy seeing other guys getting a little wet and messy."
"ok"
"In my bag I've got a game. Every time one of us loses a round the loser takes off an item of clothing. If they lose a challenge, there is a messy forfeit."
"But the carpets, my clothes"
"Will be fine. I've got some plastic sheeting and the mess washes right out."
"Cool. Let's do this." I said as confidently as I could, not at all sure what I was doing.

Fortunately, the game was quite self-explanatory. Mike lost the first round, though I think he did that on purpose, and took off a sock. I lost the second and the third rounds, losing a sock and my jumper. Then came the first challenge who could jump the highest. I felt fairly confident about this, but Mike was a better athlete, jumping an inch higher than I could. He took a carton of custard that he had brought with him and poured its contents down the front of my black t-shirt, allowing it to gather in the lap of my shorts. Mike rubbed it around a little, ensuring that he got a quick feel of my hardening cock.

"How did that feel?"
"Surprisingly good. Cold but good."

Mike put a finger through the custard and then placed it in my mouth, which I then licked clean. It was clear from his expression that he enjoyed that, and he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Mike lost the next 2 rounds, losing his other sock and then his t-shirt. Finally, I could see the true extent of the work he had been putting in the gym. He would have easily made the cover of one of those men's fitness magazines. I couldn't help but stare in awe. He blushed a little, not something I expected from such a confident and outgoing person. He beckoned me over and whispered in my ear. Following his guidance, I explored his chest and arms with my hands, placing them where he wanted. He started to unbutton my shorts so that he could slide them down the back of my boxers. I was shocked but continued to be excited. My boxers were more like a tent, and I could see a similar bulge in his blue adidas shorts.

"I lost the second challenge" Mike declared.
"I didn't know we were playing it".
"And you lost the third!".
"What's your punishment then?"
"Normally I'd let you choose, but I would recommend pouring it over my chest" And so I did. A cartoon poured over Mike's bare chest, pecs coated in yellowy goo.
"Now lick it off" He whispered in my ear. And so I did, taking great care and joy from doing it around his nipples.

The game continued, after a few more rounds we were down to boxers. Mine a blue and white stripy bar of superdry's, Mike's a pair of red diesels. There were 3 cartons of custard left.

"1st challenge the blink challenge. Whoever blinks first loses."
Cool I thought, I was good at this having won it a number of times at Uni. Mike was better, and 1 carton of custard went down the front of the boxers, and another down the back. They were very cold. Mike knew this and placed his hand down there once more, grasping my balls firmly with one hand and ensuring that everything got a good coating down there with the other. After a few gentle tugs on my cock Mike took his hands out and wiped them clean over my chest and then with his tongue.

"2nd challenge rock, papers, scissors."
Simple enough, based on pure luck. This time I won, half the carton went down his boxers, the other half over his face and hair. He looked so hot, and he was turned on by the sudden deluge of custard. Mike grabbed me and pushed me over so the he was lying on top of me. I could feel his hard, erect cock against my abs, his eyes staring at me longingly.
"No more challenges" Mike said "I want to rip those boxers of you"
"Do it" I replied, the excitement palatable in my voice. I could feel the tension building up inside of me. Never had I felt so much ecstasy. Mike was helping me to experience new things that I never thought possible. Hid hands moved down my body, each touch bringing so much sensation that my back was beginning to arch more with his every touch. He slowly pulled my boxers down, brought them to his face and smelt them for a second. He threw them to one side and looked down at me.

"Oh Jake. Wow"
I was certainly standing to attention down there now.
"We don't have to if you don't want to"
"No I want this, please"
"Ok" Mike replied and began to slowly stroke it. After a few moments he lowered his head and licked the custard off my cock, each lick was like sending electricity through me. Sensing I wanted more he opened wide and began sucking on my cock, my hips thrusting in time with the motion of his head. I unloaded into his mouth, my body shaking with orgasm. Never had I been touched like this, never had I experienced something like this. Mike took his head away, place a finger in his mouth and then placed it in mine to share the custardy mixture before he swallowed. At some point during all of this he had lost his boxers too and we lay there a hot sticky mess, covered in the custard we had used. My head rested on his shoulders and pecs, resting and recovering. Mike guided my hand towards his cock, helping him to achieve a happy ending of his own. He was close when we realised, we were no longer alone. Drew had returned.

He looked at us with utter distaste, though his trousers were suggesting otherwise.
"Mike" he snarled "Long time no see"