Chapter 19 - Blind Man’s Cock. (Wednesday, June 8th)

“Stop grumbling. You sound like a discontented tiger with a toothache,” Justin crawled into bed next to his big grumbly bedmate and couldn’t resist the urge to poke him in the ribs just one more time.

*AAAGGHHHHUURRRFFF!* Brian, whose ribs were still super-sensitized from the Tickle Torture Challenge earlier in the evening, squirmed away with an undignified squeal. “Fucking STOP THAT! If anyone ever tickles me again I’m going to fucking break their hand!” Brian batted Justin’s hand away from him, flopped over on his side facing away from the annoying twink and decided to carry on with his silent (mostly) fuming.

“You can’t expect to win every Challenge, Brian. Pouting because you lost one is just silly.”

“I’m NOT pouting. I don’t fucking pout,” Brian sounded more pouty than ever. “I just don’t fucking understand what tying someone’s hands above their heads and tickling them has to do with sex! This competition is supposed to be about fucking, right? I’ve got no problem with fucking. Damn fucking stupid tickling . . .” Brian’s diatribe faded out into a string of incoherent mumbling.

Justin decided it was probably better to distract the big grouch than let him dwell on the fact that he’d lasted less than 60 seconds before giggling like a little girl and practically screaming out the safe word to make the tickling stop.

“Besides, you can’t help it that you’re really ticklish,” the amused blond continued to try and console the big bad-tempered beast he was going to have to share a bed with for the night. “It’s an autonomic body function. You can’t control it. Some people simply have more nerve endings in their skin so they’re more sensitive,” Justin went on with his scholarly explanation of the biology of being ticklish.

Brian resolutely ignored the irritating little PSA that was lecturing him.

“Actually, it’s a good thing. It’s probably why you’re so good at what you do . . .” Justin reached out a comforting hand and lightly, but without tickling, let it brush against the skin of Brian’s shoulder before slowly trailing his fingertips down the slope of Brian’s arm, his long flank, his hip. “If you didn’t have such an acute sense of touch, you wouldn’t be so responsive to your lovers. You wouldn’t be able to read them the way you do. You wouldn’t be able to make us all rouse to the mere feel of your hand on our skin, your sensitive fingers trailing over our bodies, your perfect sense of timing, your innate awareness of what will stimulate someone to the point of no return.”

Justin had been busy emphasizing every point he made by letting his wandering hands do their own very intimate touching. The determined little blond had molded his body to Brian’s back, his lips so close to the nape of Brian’s neck that every word vibrated against his skin and caused little puffs of air that disturbed the fine hairs growing there. This was the kind of tickling Brian liked. He also liked the way the long artistic fingers flitted over his chest and abdomen with a barely-there contact. If he HAD to be tickled, this was the way Brian preferred his torture.

“Mmmmm. That’s much better,” Justin whispered into Brian’s ear, still with a bit of a teasing tone, but this type of teasing Brian could tolerate. “No more grumbling tiger. Now you sound more like a purring house cat.” The Twink ended by stroking even lower down and was gratified to find that his happily purring cat was now all ready to show him exactly how sensitive his touch was.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you talk too much, Twink,” Brian gave up on trying to maintain his bad mood, rolled over and instead gave in to the exquisite touching,

“Me? Never!” Justin pretended to be insulted by the accusation but his wide grin gave him away.

“Fucking shut up already and kiss me, Brat!” Brian, the now contented cat, pounced on the too-tempting twinkie prey and applied himself to his work.

The only tickling that went on the rest of the night was the kind that Brian understood and used to his own particular advantage.

“You have all been with me for a full week now, my children,” The Master announced the next morning as the assembled House Boys were standing in front of his portrait and waiting for their daily instructions. “By now you should all be intimately acquainted. But, how well do you really know each other? Well, today’s Trial will test just that.”

The lone masked servant in attendance that morning stepped forward, ending up in front of the spot where Kerek waited and held out a silver tray upon which rested a wad of thick black cloth.

“My dearest Kerek,” The Master’s voice carried on. “As winner of last night’s Tickle Me Tuesday Challenge, you will serve as today’s Blindfold Boss.” Kerek took up the cloth from the tray letting it unravel, showing that it was a long thick scarf made of dense black velvet lined with silk.

“It will be up to you, my son, to determine who among my House Boys, knows his brothers the best. Using senses other than sight, which of these fine young men can name the greatest number of his companions the fastest? You may use whatever criteria you wish in order to make your determination, Kerek. Good luck, my children.”

Kerek set up his base of operations for the day in the kitchen. He’d commandeered one of the tall kitchen stools and set it up at the end of the breakfast bar. He’d chosen Paal to be his first guinea pig of the day - mostly because Paal just happened to be standing next to him earlier at The Master’s morning gathering. Paal was therefore enthroned on the stool with the black scarf wrapped around the upper part of his head several times, clearly obscuring his sight completely. The rest of the boys were waiting patiently in the kitchen to see if the subject would be able to identify them.

“Right. Well, so sight is out. And I think sound would be too easy - we’re all pretty easily identified by the sound of our voices - so I'm gonna say the second rule will be no talking," Kerek was obviously enjoying his moment of supreme authority. "On the other hand, I think taste would be too fucking hard - I mean, I've sucked off more of you than anybody else here except maybe Mal and I don't think even I could ID you all by taste."

"Shit! Why the fuck did you have to bring that up," Daniel interrupted, his face screwed up in disgust. "Now that you've broached the idea, The Master will probably have us taste testing each other's cum before you know it. Brilliant thinking, Butt Broker!"

“Fuck you, Daniel,” Kerek snarled at the undaunted Asian man, his usual easy-going and placid manner completely gone for once. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, that’s exactly what you WILL be doing today.” Kerek turned around, his mouth screwed up now in an unpleasant grimace that looked out of place on his normally handsome face. But, after a couple of deep breaths, he turned back around and the imperturbable Kerek they all knew was suddenly back.

“As I was saying . . .” Kerek continued. “I’m not going to make you try this by taste only - except, of course, for Danny Boy here.” He didn’t take any notice of the growl from the Asian contingent at this. “And smell would be just about as difficult, so we’re left with touch. The only twist is, I’m going to pick what you get to touch.” Kerek smiled at them and preemptorily gloated for just a moment, “and I pick . . . cocks!”

This elicited a round of amused chuckles from the group. Looking around themselves, each one took a second look at the cocks of the others. There was quite a range of different cock sizes and shapes amongst them. It didn’t seem that it would be THAT difficult.

“Okay, everybody ready? Oh, and just so your height can’t be used as a tip off, I’ve got a couple of step stools here that I’m going to be using to vary how high up you will be compared to the subject. So, you ready in there Paal?” Kerek asked, rather enthusiastic about the game he’d devised.

When Paal nodded, Kerek quickly waved to Adrien. Using gestures only to indicate his wishes, he made the surfer boy climb up on a ten inch tall step stool that had been placed in front of Paal’s seat. Once the touchee was in place, standing there silently, Kerek helped guide Paal’s hand up to the general vicinity of what he’d be groping for and told him to ‘Go!’.

Paal did pretty well at identifying all the cocks present. He only messed up by confusing Adrien and Kerek, which was understandable since they did have fairly similar dicks - both about nine inches, cut and slender. It was a respectable performance though.

Kerek got a little better at the game with the next couple of contestants. He mixed things up by varying whether or not the touchees were soft or erect. He even stumped Daniel by making sure Dane was soft - he whispered gross descriptions of drippy lesbian pussies in the big guy’s ear the whole time Daniel was groping him - and Malik was nice and hard. Since the two guys were both uncut, and pretty thick to start with, it was a pretty tough call as long as Dane wasn’t hard. Of course, it could have also been that Daniel wasn’t all that observant as a rule and the only cock he usually paid any attention to was his own. He also mixed up Justin and Adrien. Really, not the best showing.

Justin was up next and then Malik. They each missed two. It was looking like nobody in the house had really gotten to know their brothers as well as The Master would have hoped.

Then, it was Adrien’s turn. Even with Kerek pulling out all the stops and doing his best by varying the touchee’s heights using various stools and boxes, varying the levels of their erections and doing whatever else he could think of to make it as confusing as possible, the California Boy managed to get them all correct. He got a big round of applause when he finished by properly identifying Daniel’s cock - although he’d hesitated for just a minute, probably thinking about whether or not it was worth messing up his perfect score just to make some dig at the guy who seemed to exist solely for the chance to harass him. When asked ‘What’s your secret’, Adrien got a sly look on his normally open countenance and advised, “when in doubt, go for the pubes, man!”

Somehow, despite this sage advice, Dane missed three on his turn.

Brian had been hovering near the back of the kitchen, hoping to go last. He figured he’d be able to not only learn all of Kerek’s tricks but also to memorize everyone’s cocks. When he realized he’d succeeded and would indeed be last, he felt like cheering. Brian might not be able to sing a note and he fucking hated to be tickled, but if there was anything he knew, it was COCK! He was a damn cock expert. And he knew that this particular contest was in the bag. He strolled over to the stool when it was time for him to assume the blindfold with an air of extreme confidence.

Brian’s first touchee was an easy one - Daniel might have been the biggest bully in the bunch, but he unfortunately also had the smallest cock at only a smidgen over eight inches. And, even if Brian hadn’t been able to identify that particular appendage by size alone, Daniel’s dick had an odd shape to it - the shaft was thick but sort of flattened and the head was kinda small in comparison - plus he had this rather large mole on the underside of the head that Brian had glimpsed earlier and which was a dead give away when you were feeling him.

In spite of Kerek’s tricks, Brian was pretty confident when he identified both Dane and Malik. He put Adrien’s advice to work for him and was sure that Dane’s bushy bush and Malik’s tightly curled and trimmed pubes were unmistakable. Paal, having the only other uncut dick in the group, was then a piece of cake.

The last three - Justin, Adrien and Kerek himself - were a little tougher. They were all pretty much the same in length and it was hard to judge thickness when they were all only semi-hard. Justin’s almost nine inches though had become more than familiar to Brian. It didn’t take him long to confirm that the nice thick cock with the bigger than usual head, which was filling nicely the more he stroked it with his thumb, was the very same one he’d had in his hand just an hour or so earlier in the shower. Of course, once Brian had separated out Justin, the remaining two were easier. Adrien’s pubes were as bushy and untrimmed as his beard. Kerek, on the other hand, was almost fanatic with his grooming. It was simple, really. Brian just knew cock.

Brian pulled off the thick velvet blindfold to a round of applause. He knew he’d put on a good show and deserved the praise, but he had always been uncomfortable with that. He assumed his usual air of disdainful nonchalance as if to say this really wasn’t such a big deal if you happened to be Brian Kinney. If you looked hard enough though you could see the twinkle of a grin in the corners of his bright hazel eyes.

Since the game ended with a tie, Kerek immediately determined there should be a second round with the two who’d gotten perfect scores. It would be a sudden death tie breaker. The first man to miss an ID would be out. This time though, Kerek decided that the only touch the men would get would be a kiss from the men they were trying to identify. And, while the prospect sounded fairly simple, it wasn’t going to be as easy for these two as identifying cocks had proved.

Yes, there’d been a lot of fucking going on over the past week - it was not only expected for the game but also, considering the men involved, par for the course. The guys chosen for the Summer of Sin were all highly sexual beings. Even before the game, most of them had been very active sexually. Some were even known to be quite promiscuous. But fucking around a LOT, especially in the world of gay club life where most of these men flourished, didn’t necessarily equate to intimacy. Kissing might be seen as foreplay, and the occasional kiss always helped get things started, but who really needed foreplay when you had a nice stiff cock in your hand and a willing ass right in front of you. Kissing, and even foreplay in general, was often overlooked. So, while there had been plenty of fucking going on in the Residence for the past week, there hadn’t been all that much kissing. Accordingly, lips would be much tougher for these two to identify than the cocks had been.

A second kitchen stool was moved into place and it was decided that a dish towel would work as a second blindfold. Brian and Adrien were then seated side by side and their eyes covered. Then, it was time for the Sudden Death Kiss Off to begin.

Adrien went first. Brian couldn’t see what was happening from behind the thick black scarf, but he could hear Kerek’s murmured directions to someone and then footsteps moving to a spot in front of Adrien’s stool. The kiss itself was quiet. All Brian heard was the tiny wet *smack* at the end when the two men’s lips separated. In the almost complete silence prevailing over the kitchen, that little noise seemed huge. Then, there was nothing for about 30 seconds, followed by Adrien’s voice guessing, “Malik”.

“Very good,” Kerek’s confirmation that the guess was correct was given in a neutral tone of voice. “Now your turn, Brian.”

Brian heard the soft padding of bare feet approaching him and then felt the heat of another body inches from him. He didn’t really know what to do, so he just waited. It only took a moment though before he felt the moist warmth of breath followed immediately by a pair of soft lips ghosting over his own. The touch was so soft, barely there at first. The mouth touching his was slightly open with just the very top of a tongue swiping horizontally across Brian's lower lip for the space of no more than three seconds. Then the lips against his pressed more firmly, pulling together at the same time and eliminating that slight gap, before withdrawing slowly, languorously, caressing Brian’s skin as they left. The same wet *smack* sound he’d heard before, signaled to Brian that his turn was over and it was time to make an ID.

Brian took a short interval to think about things before venturing any guess. The man’s presence, as well as the kiss, had felt familiar to him. Brian might not be any different than the rest of the gay men he knew who thought of kissing only as a prelude to the much more important stuff that it preceded, but still he enjoying kissing - he enjoyed virtually everything about a man’s body - and he had a very good sense memory for any prior intimacies. This kiss was definitely one he’d experienced before.

Brian thought of the other clues he’d gathered during that brief moment of contact. He wasn’t as disdainful as Daniel of the senses of taste or smell. He might not want to do a cum taste test, but he always swallowed, thinking men who didn’t were wusses, and knew you could tell a lot about the guy you were fucking from the man’s taste. Brian also wasn’t one to take offence at most of the smells of sex. He got off on the sharp, sometimes acrid reek of a man’s sweat, and the muggy, hot climate in any backroom, combined with the odors of sex, arousal and cum, were his idea of the most stimulating aphrodisiac. Maybe what Justin had said last night was true. Maybe his acute senses of not only touch but also taste and smell - and his enjoyment of all three - were what made him so good at what he did.

He’d subconsciously gathered information about all three during the brief kiss. The touch was familiar, even if he couldn’t point out exactly why, so it must have been someone he’d kissed already in the past week. That helped narrow down the field a bit, but not much. He thought of the taste of those lips, the tongue that had darted out, and licked his own bottom lip to refresh the sensation. The taste had been rich and dark, maybe with a hint of coffee and . . . mocha? His memory of the smell of the man’s breath confirmed it. And also, the smell of the man’s skin as he stood close . . . it was somehow spicy, clean but exotic in some regard . . .

It came to Brian in a flash. “Kerek!” Brian announced, sure that he was correct the moment the name had popped into his brain.

“Very good!” Brian detected a note of praise in Kerek’s confirmation that his guess was correct.

Brian waited patiently while Adrien took his next turn. Brian thought it took his competitor a bit longer to make his guess this time. When Adrien announced, “Dane”, Brian detected some doubt in the man’s voice. But Kerek confirmed he’d been correct nonetheless, so the game continued.

Brian’s next kissee stepped up without any hesitation, bent over and basically slammed his lips against Brian’s face in a short, emotionless touch. Brian knew this was not a kiss he’d ever experienced before and most likely wouldn’t care to again. There was only one man in the Residence who those hard, careless, almost insensitive lips could belong to. It wasn’t a hard task at all to determine that this had been Daniel. He didn’t even really need to hear Kerek’s confirmation to know he’d been right.

On Adrien’s next turn, he guessed Kerek almost immediately and apparently got it correct. Brian wondered for a second just how much kissing Adrien had been doing or if he was just extraordinarily observant. The boy always seemed so oblivious to what was going on around him, but maybe that was just an act he put on.

As soon as Brian’s next subject stepped forward, Brian wanted to laugh because he knew who it was before their lips had even touched. The mere presence of the person, even without a sound being made, somehow triggered instant recognition. The fleeting thought that they must have some incredibly deep connection that made this possible almost diverted Brian’s attention away from the moment when the hidden lips finally touched him. But not for long. He couldn’t help the rush of pleasure he felt as those full, soft, puckered up lips pressed against his skin. There was a tingle of electricity that accompanied that first tentative touch and then they were pressed harder against him, the jaws opening just enough to allow a little nibble of Brian’s lower lip a tender lick of a sweet tasting tongue and then a long slow pull away. The juicy *smack* this time was much louder and erotic enough to cause Brian’s cock to twitch where it was resting, now fully hard, in his lap.

“I’d know the taste of those pretty pink lips anywhere, Sunshine,” Brian teased. “Justin, right?”

Brian didn’t have to see to know that everyone around him was smiling and the small noises of approval probably included an elbow or two to Justin’s ribs, kidding the boy for being so easy to identify.

And so, the play went back to Adrien. This time, Brian’s competitor hesitated a good long time. He could hear the shuffling of several pairs of bare feet on the kitchen tiles as everyone waited to hear the guess. Finally, after a wait of at least a couple minutes, Kerek spoke up and demanded that Adrien make his guess.

“Fuck . . . I don’t know. Fucking Daniel, maybe?” Adrien took a wild stab, clearly at a complete loss on this one.

“Unnnn. Sorry, buddy. That was actually Paal,” Kerek’s voice confirmed what Adrien had already expected - that he’d flubbed it. “And that means, gentlemen, that we have our winner! First you win the kissing challenge, Brian, and now this one. Are you going to let us in on your secret?”

“It’s no real secret,” Brian replied, tongue in cheek, hoping that his friends would be watching and would enjoy the joke. “I’m just an extraordinarily sensitive guy, Kerek.”

The guffaws of laughter that his comment raised were almost deafening. Brian wasn’t sure if he should laugh along or be offended. The thought of him being kind and sensitive wasn’t THAT funny, was it? Then he caught a glimpse of Justin, who was standing apart from the others and was smiling at him with genuine approval and maybe even affection.

Brian felt a return smile spreading unbidden across his face and decided to simply ignore all the laughter.