The next few weeks passed swiftly. My life had settled into a consistent rhythm. I worked my regular schedule, and on my off days I still hung out at my friend Chase's house.
Nothing was really new about that, but our activities had really taken a sharp left turn. We used to play pool, video games, board games, occasionally go to the gun range, and watch TV and movies at his bachelor's pad. Lately our activities had been restricted due to Chase's injuries, and it was now mostly movies and TV. Another major change had been my help as a stress reliever. It had started with simple handjobs, but then had surprisingly and unexpectedly progressed to blowjobs. It was all very one sided, but seemed to immensely help my long time friend, who was always grateful of my help.
The transition from a straight laced, almost prudish guy to my friend's sexual relief had been pretty jarring for me. The light at the end of the tunnel had finally arrived though. Chase had his casts removed and had been undergoing physical therapy to get back what he had lost in the aftermath of the accident.
He still employed a home health aide to help with certain things that he didn't feel ready to tackle himself. In truth, I think he had gotten a little spoiled and lazy over time and would probably transition to hiring a maid service a couple times a week instead. My role in helping out my friend with his relief had come to an end. Things almost seemed to be back to normal between us again.
Thunderstorms had been rocking the area all day long as we hung out at Chase's house once again. He and I had gone to the store to grab something to eat, and had brought it back to his house. I still chauffeured him around, as he was still hesitant to drive after the car accident that had caused his injuries.
When we got back to his house, the power was out to the whole area. We couldn't get into his garage, so we both hurried through the rain to get in via the front door. By the time we were inside, we were both soaked. Chase suggested a hot shower to ward off the chill. He went first as I put stuff away from our foray for groceries. I knew his kitchen quite well by now, given the weeks I had helped him while he healed. By the time Chase came out in his robe, everything was already put away. I occupied the shower next, hoping I wouldn't run out of hot water. It lasted long enough for me, and I was in a towel as I exited the master bath. I was about to go rummaging through Chase's closet for something to wear when I heard him calling me from the living room. As I entered, the room was almost pitch black. I had been using my phone's flashlight for illumination, but it seems like Chase didn't even bother.
"Well, it looks like cooking is out of the question, and so is laundry to dry out your clothes. It's a no-go on the TV too." Chase observed. "Living in the olden days must have really sucked."
I grabbed and lit a couple of small candles Chase had in the junk drawer of his kitchen. He grabbed a deck of cards and we played poker while waiting to see if the power would come back on. Chase was receiving text alerts from the power company giving ETAs of only a couple hours, so we just decided to tough it out. After a while the latest text put the new ETA another couple of hours farther out.
Simply playing poker morphed into playing for money. We were both aggressive players and the money flowed back and forth. I started losing more than winning, and soon I was almost broke. After the cards had been dealt on another round, I knew I had the winning hand.
"Give me a chance to win back some of my money. How about I throw in my watch to cover the bet." I suggested.
"I don't wear a watch, and you're nearly broke. Sorry buddy, looks like you'll be in the red this week." Chase responded.
"How about an I.O.U.? You know I'm good for it."
Chase considered for a second before agreeing. I laid down my cards. I had three of a kind, queens. At least I would get some of my money back. Chase just stared at me when he laid down three of a kind of his own in Jacks. That meant I beat him....until he also laid down a pair of fives. His full house beat my three of a kind.
"Looks like you're broke AND you owe me." Chase taunted. "This just hasn't been your day. I know something that will turn it around for me though."
Chase sat back, reclined slightly, and watched me as he untied his robe and flipped it open enough to free his cock. He openly stroked it while waiting for me to react.
"I don't do that anymore. Your casts are off and you can take care of that yourself." I flatly stated.
"True, but you owe me. That's what happens when you gamble. Time to pay the piper, so get down there and start playing my flute." he demanded.
Enough time had passed since my last encounter with Chase's tool that I was embarrassed to be getting on my knees in front of my friend once again, even though I had been here many times in the previous weeks. I couldn't make myself look at his face even though I could tell he was staring at me.
His meat was already fully engorged and waiting for attention. As I approached, his legs spread apart to allow me easier access. My hands grasped him with a familiarity I had thought was over. I slowly started to stroke him and he laid his head back, moaning in pleasure. I had learned that it didn't take much to get him going. It seems like I had barely started when he stopped me. Without a word he closed his legs, cutting off my contact. As I remained kneeling in front of the couch, Chase abruptly got to his feet and left me behind. I waited a minute or so after he disappeared before I got up and followed.
"Took you long enough." Chase commented as I entered his bedroom.
He was laying on his bed, his head propped up with a few pillows. He had clasped his hands behind his head and just lay there waiting. This was new territory. I had gotten him off in his bathroom and his living room, but never here. Chase simply stared as I climbed onto his mattress and made my way up between his spread legs. With the power still out, Chase had brought one of the candles with him from the living room. He made no move and gave no direction. I already knew what to do anyway. My hands busied themselves running along the flesh of Chase's phallus and scrotum, and shortly after my mouth joined the fray. The sounds he was making signaled his enjoyment.
"Damn, I've been missing this. I gotta say Brad, I'm not sure I can give this up."
"Don't start getting used to it again. This is it, and only because I lost at cards." I remarked.
"Well that sounds unfortunate for me. I guess I'll have to make this one really count."
Chase continued to watch the action as I used every trick I had learned to trigger him. I brought him to the edge surprisingly quickly, and his hands lightly held my head as he felt his orgasm approaching. I knew better than to try to pull away.
"Here it comes Brad!" he hissed through clenched teeth, once again honoring his promise to warn me before he would unload.
I kneaded his balls as I bobbed up and down on his cock, getting ready for his last bout of stress relief to be over. Chase grunted and growled as his cum shot into my accepting mouth. He was still watching me as I swallowed his latest flood of juice. He was breathing heavily while I continued to lick and suck his slightly softening tool. His hands remained on my head, and as long as they did, I knew better than to think it was over. As the minutes ticked by without Chase letting me go, I realized that he wasn't done. He wanted more, and was expecting me to provide.
"That's right Brad," he said as if in answer to my unspoken words. "I'm not done with you yet. I told you I was going to make this one count."
