The Game by Jeanne Barrack Page A

his cock hard and erect.
    “Need some help washing your back?”
    In his fantasy, he couldn’t speak, didn’t need to speak. He just nodded and Dave stepped inside the stall and shut the door.
    Dave smiled, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. He wore his curly, dark brown hair short and it stood up in little swirls around his ears.
    Frank wanted to caress those curls, nip his strong neck, and feel Dave’s cock deep in his ass.
    And in his dreams, he did.
    “Turn around, Frankie. Let me get that spot you always miss.”
    It was his dream, so he could observe the scene as though watching a movie. He saw himself turn around, facing the tile wall and bracing himself for what he knew would come next.
    Dave lathered up his hands and sank one lean finger deep inside Frank's anus. Frank swore he could really feel it move within him, driving him straight over the edge.
    He watched his own satiated body slide down to the slick, ceramic floor and he heard Dave’s forceful command.
    “Get on your knees and suck me. Now.”
    He rushed to comply. Dave was so much more powerful than him. Even in high school, Dave was the one who earned a letter in basketball while Frank was the math whiz.
    Dave’s folks loved to tease him.
    “Maybe the stork figured wrong and left the athlete here with us by mistake. Duhvidle could use a little of your brains, boychik .”
    Everyone would laugh, and Dave’s mother would put another piece of noodle pudding on his plate.
    God, he loved Dave’s family.
    After high school, it seemed natural for them to share an apartment. Their natures balanced each other’s.
    Dave never knew how much he’d agonized over being close to him on a daily basis and not being able to tell him how much he wanted him. He compensated by making sure to pick up Dave’s cleaning and keep the apartment neat. And he fantasized every time Dave shared the highlights of his latest female conquest. Dave had always kept his love affairs sweet and short, but even though he had only been with Shari a month, it was different this time. Dave had never stayed overnight at a woman’s home. He had never wanted to get too close because of his job, but now things had changed. He agonized over how long it would be before Dave moved out completely.
    He never brought over any of his gay friends, at least not the ones he was fucking. He had female friends who thought it a riot to cover for him. He’d actually once convinced Dave that he was engaged. When the so-called engagement ended, Dave consoled him with beer and pizza and season tickets to the Knicks . They’d sit next to each other at the games and each time Dave would grab him and scream in his face when the Knicks scored, he’d dream the screams were ones of ecstasy.
    He’d milked his broken heart for over a year so he didn’t need to bring home any females. But he’d finally run out of excuses.
    He wondered, though, if Dave might have guessed how he felt. Every now and then he’d catch Dave eyeing him, especially after his so-called breakup. To keep up appearances, he’d accepted his invitation for the weekend. No way out of it.
    *
    Shari Nelson shifted in her seat, snuggling closer to Dave.
    What the hell had she been thinking to invite Marcie and tell Dave to invite Frank on this four-day getaway?
    But she knew Dave wanted to talk, and maybe having other people there would forestall a long overdue conversation. And she was afraid.
    It had been four glorious weeks of mindless, mind-boggling sex with him. She’d wanted Dave from the first second she’d seen him and had let him know it right off the bat.
    He’d called the next day, and after that, anytime he called, she came.
    Literally and figuratively.
    He was so strong.
    One time he’d fucked her in an alley, holding her up so her feet could go around his lean hips and hang on while he banged her brains out.
    Did he know how much she needed him?
    No one had ever matched his stamina. He always seemed ready, and she was