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Everyone is over the age of 18

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I honestly wasn't going to post this anymore, but the response on the last one told me that you horny fucks still want to know more, so here it is.

Part 1 if it'll get your rocks off. TLDR: My frat bro has been giving me some sex tips. The bonus is that we told our girlfriends and they've been doing dirty stuff together for practice and it's really hot. What was supposed to just be some tricks on foreplay have turned onto a full on project for Travis. The more I do with Travis, the more it turns our girlfriends on and they do more, which turns us on more. Every time it gets a little bit further, and last time Trav straight up ate my ass out and it was a wild orgasm. That's the stuff that's become normal in our friendship and I don't really know if there is a going back after that.

I have to give it to Trav. I knew it wouldn't be weird for us to hang out together, because we're the ones doing the “coaching” together. But, because the girls are doing the same thing on their end, I felt a little apprehensive going into our usual double date hangouts.

I guess when I boil the anxiety down, I just thought that we would have questions for each other, and I wasn't exactly ready to talk about the very gay shit that I've been doing with Travis. Obviously my girlfriend knows all about it, but… you know, it’s weird as hell.

But yeah, I have to give it to Trav. His casual energy made it feel like nothing was different, and it paved the way to a pretty chill night with some beers and Monopoly.

By the way, I kick ass at Monopoly. I'm that guy that buys up all the property and gets paid every turn. 

“Sheesh, Matt. That's unethical,” Travis says as he forks over some more fake bills. 

“You don't even know what that word means,” I say as I count the bills obnoxiously in front of him. “Missing 5.” I hold my hand out to beckon for more. 

“I'm broke.” He spreads his fingers. “Babe, can I borrow 5 dollars? My landlord is going to break my legs.” 

“No way,” Lara says with a giggle. “My momma always said I had to find a man that can make money.” 

“That's cold, bruh. Real cold,” Travis says. “Alright. Guess I gotta sell what I got.” 

He takes another gulp of beer and burps loudly. While the 3 of us groan collectively, Travis pulls off his shirt and swings it in a circle above his head. 

“This has gotta be worth 5 bucks.” He chucks the shirt past my head. “5 for each.” My buddy makes each pec dance individually. It's actually kind of impressive the isolation that he's achieved. 

I notice that my girlfriend crosses her legs and that draws my attention to her. 

Does she…like Trav? 

My own chest muscles tense as I realize how curiously Naomi is looking at my best friend. 

“Okay! Here!” Lara hands him a 5 dollar bill. “Oh my god.” She shares a look with Naomi and they giggle together. Travis gives me a little wink as he hands me his fake money. 

“My turn,” I say. Trav rolls the dice in his palm and then sets it down on the table out of my reach. 

“You ladies want to kiss for us?” he says.

“Oh, here we go.” Lara rolls her eyes flirtatiously. Travis leans back on his chair and reaches his arm behind her. 

It's funny, but I'm starting to recognize when my best buddy is horny. He gets a very obvious look in his eyes. 

“Just a little kiss.” His thumb caresses her shoulder. Lara and Naomi giggle at each other, and I can tell that Trav is about to get what he wants. 

The table is too big for them to lean forward and touch. They'll have to stand up if they want to do it. 

Travis makes eye contact with me and I feel the frat boy energy coming off him. He cocks his head to the side to signal to me, and it encourages me to say something. 

“Would be hot,” I say to my girlfriend. 

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Travis murmurs as both ladies stand up. “Oh…” His lips purse in appreciation. 

I look away when he turns his head to me, but then I meet his eyes again. He nods and extends his beer to me. I cheers with him and we drink to our girlfriends getting it on. 

“Now, you guys kiss,” Lara says. 

“Nah,” I say instinctually. 

“Damn, I'm offended,” Travis says. “I thought you liked it.” 

Even though it's just the four of us, speaking out loud the fact that I've kissed my best guy friend makes me feel… it makes me feel… 

“If you guys kiss too, we might do more,” Lara says seductively, and she grabs my girlfriend’s ass. 

“You better come here and land one on me right now, buddy!” Travis knocks on the table and stands up. “Come on. Be a man!” 

I stand up slowly, and meet Travis at the side of the table. 

“Make it good,” Lara says off to the side. I feel their eyes on us, but I look directly at the man in front of me. 

“Let's do it,” Travis says to me. 

I have no idea what to do with any of my limbs, so I stand there while Trav gets closer. His warm hand caresses the back of my neck, and his head tilts to the left. 

Oh god.

His stubble prick my chin as we make contact. The first kiss is soft, with our lips testing each other’s comfort zone. 

“We wanna see tongue!” 

I smile through the kiss and then get pulled back into the game when Travis’ other hand pulls on the front of my shirt. 

“Mmm…” I groan as his tongue, cool with the taste of beer, slithers in my mouth. Our tongues tangle briefly like dancers meeting each other for the first time, and then my tongue gets sucked into his mouth. 

“Mmm,” Travis grunts as he maintains gentle control over me. 

“This is so hot,” I hear Naomi say. She sounds like she's getting closer.  I turn slightly to see if that's true, and my bottom lip becomes my best friend’s new target. 

“Mmm.” I focus back on him, accepting his kisses and then returning the favour on his bottom lip. Naturally, I go to grab his shirt and am reminded that he took it off when my hand touches his bare skin. 

I feel my shorts start to come down and I am startled at how quickly Travis is ready to show what we've been practicing in private. 

Wait… one of his hands is on my neck .. and the other is pulling my shirt. 

That means… 

My boner springs free and a familiar hand grabs it a second later.

“Oh…” Travis grunts in my mouth. Through the battle of our lips, he moans, “That feels good, babe.” 

“Just keep doing what you're doing,” Lara says from underneath us. A hand pushes up my shirt and Travis’ touch disappears from my neck. 

I move back and lift my arms as my buddy takes off my shirt. During this second, he smiles at me like we just won the lottery. 

“Couch is a little more comfortable,” he says to all of us. We step out of our shorts and sit on the two seater. His hairy right leg touches mine as we spread our legs to make room for our girlfriends. 

“Keep kissing.” 

“Come here, my man.” Travis holds my chin and directs me back into him. 

“OhhHHHHH!” A warm wet mouth surrounds my wood and Trav bites gently into my bottom lip. 

“Remember to hold his balls.” 

“Mmmm…” I close my mouth around Travis, humming my appreciation into him as warmth spreads in my groin. 

I feel the exact moment he gets sucked too, because his shivering reverberates in my skull. 

Schluck… Shluck… Shluck…

A set of wet sucking sounds hypnotizes me, and I suck my friend’s lips while I surf the waves of pleasure radiating upwards at me. 

“Ohhh…” Travis breaks the kiss and I get a full look at his furrowed eyebrows. He looks down at the head that is deep in his crotch. He then looks over to me and puts his hand on my girlfriend’s head. 

Our eyes meet again and he slowly pushes down.

My mouth opens wide as my entire shaft gets taken. 

“Yeah?” Trav asks me. 

“Yeah… oh…” I crunch forward as my tip rubs against deep, hot, and squishy flesh. Travis’ sweaty arm wraps around my shoulder and pulls me in. 

“Fuck, that's good,” he whispers close to my ear. All I can see is his big bush and thighs. His cock is just as deep in as mine is. “Alright, babe. Suck me.” 

Both heads lift at the same time and I take a deep breath as my wet shaft meets the air again. 

“A little faster on him,” Travis says. His left hand guides Naomi’s head on me. It takes a couple of seconds, but it establishes a rhythm that I like. 

“Oh…” I moan. 

“That's about right, man?” My buddy’s strong hand helps preserve the pace. 

“Yeah…” I grunt. Upon lifting my head, I come face to face with Travis. 

“Keep going like that,” he instructs while looking at me. We lean into each others and the kissing is soft again like the first time. 

“Oh…oh…” I moan, making out with him in harmony with how my dick is getting sucked. 

“Oh yeah, keep going, babe. I'm close.” Travis’s building excitement is evident in the way he pursues my lips. I feel my energy rise to match his. “Just like that, babe.” 

“Oh…oh…” I breathe heavily. My kisses get more sloppy, like how the blowjob starts to feel more messy. 

“Cum with me, buddy.” His thumb rubs in circles on the nape of my neck. 

“Oh…Oh…Oh…” I pant in his mouth, and he pants in mine. 

“Yeah… I'm going to cum…you with me?” His hand slides to the side of my face. His sweaty palm holds us together, and his thumb touches my earlobe. 

“OH! OH!” Unbearable pressure makes me want to look down, but Travis supports my face. 

“Yeah! Yeah! OH!” I inhale his exhale. 

“OH!” I moan.

“OH!” 

“FUCkkKk!” 

“AHHH!” 

I burst through the dam, and our exchange of breaths feels hot and heavy until our lips mutually close around each other. 

Fuck! Fuck! I spurt quickly into the wet, messy blowjob and hang on to my life through tight kisses. 

“Ah!” The absence of a warm hole on my pole makes the need to look down uncontrollable. I watch my dick give out another rope of cum onto my pubes. 

“Oh…” Travis groans beside me. I watch his cock strengthen its arc and relax, then strengthen again. 

Our girlfriends stand up abruptly and run off to the bathroom together. I hear them giggle in the distance while my cock does a similar tightening and releasing as Travis' member. 

“Finish me off,” Travis reaches over and grabs my dick. 

“Aw… fuck,” I groan in pleasure as he squeezes my meat the way it wants to be squeezed. 

“Finish me off!” 

I reach over his hairy arm and grip his cock. It flexes immediately in my hand, and I know to stroke him gently in the middle.

It's what I would do to my own cock if it did that. 

“Oh…” Travis sighs a breath of relief as he oozes clear fluid. I watch it make its way onto my fist. His constricted breathing relaxes to full deep breaths. 

Actually, mine does too. 

“They're not very good at knowing what dicks want, huh?” Travis smiles at me. “Can't really fault them for it though.” 

“Yeah.” I close my eyes to enjoy the way he squeezes the remaining liquid out of me. It's what I would do, but of course it's better than doing it myself. 

“I guess aftercare will have to be the next subject in the syllabus,” Travis says. 

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Hey, this is for the real ones that have been following along on this story. Part 1 if it tickles you to start here. TLDR: My frat bro has been giving me some sex tips. The bonus is that we told our girlfriends and they've been doing dirty stuff together for practice and it's really hot. What was supposed to just be some tricks on foreplay have turned onto a full on project for Travis. I swear to god, the man made a sex doll for me to practice on. That's how committed he is. Read about it or not first, up to you. Here's the next part.

The next day, it was Monday, so both Travis and I and our girlfriends had class on campus. Travis and I sat next to each other in the lecture, and he spent the first half of it dozing off. 

In the second half, he watched porn on his phone. It's not the first time he's done that. Trav has been a horndog from the day I met him, and he isn't shy about his porn consumption. That's why we always sit in the back row. Over the years, I've probably received hundreds of links from him.  

“Dude.” He nudges me with his elbow and slides his phone towards me. On the screen, two women make out and play with each other's tits. “That's what Lara and Naomi were doing last night.” 

The actresses look like them too. Well, not exactly, but it was close enough to imagine their supple skin pressing against each other. 

Travis leans in closer to look at the small screen with me, and his right hand slides into his pocket. His other hand removes his earbud and he jams it into my ear. 

“Mmm…mmmm….mmmm….” 

The sounds always get me. Before long, I had my own wood pushing up against my jeans. I couldn’t pretend to be interested in the professor’s powerpoint slides when there was moaning in my ears and throbbing in my pants.

“Wanna get practice out of the way early today?” Travis pauses the video. 

“Yeah, let's do it,” I say. 

The two of us packed up quietly, and left through the back door. Once we were outside in the empty lobby area, Travis shoves his hands down his pants and adjusts himself publicly. 

Well, fuck. There's no one else here. I do the same thing and feel the relief of the blood having a place to go. 

Travis’ place isn't far from campus. I'd say it's about a 10 minute walk. It was enough time to cool off my boner, but not enough to turn the horn off in my brain, if that makes sense. 

“Lara told me that they were making out a lot last night,” my friend says. 

And the cooling off period heats up again. 

“We should probably work on that too. You want a beer?” 

“I'm going to need one if I'm kissing your ugly mug,” I joke. We take a drink from our cans and then the ambiance gets more nervous. At least, I feel fucking nervous. 

“I think it makes the most sense if you come at me. Pretend I'm your woman and claim me.” Travis sprawls himself dramatically on the couch. There's nothing feminine about his thick legs and the stubble on his jaw. 

How the fuck am I supposed to do this? I stay still where I'm standing and shake my head. 

“I know what'll loosen you up, cowboy.” He takes another drink from his beer and gets up. While he's in his room, I take the chance to drink the rest of my can. 

Thank fuck too, because I would've spat it out when Trav came back out trying to put a red bra around his chest. 

“Dude.” I laugh as his big muscles block him from clasping the bra. 

“Help me, bitch!” His laughing makes his task even more impossible. For the hell of it, I pull on the two ends behind his back to try to get them to connect. 

“You're too fucking big.” I hold back my tears as I yank on the bra. “Oh shit.” I stop at the sound of fabric ripping and hold up the mangled piece of clothing. 

“Least the gains are there,” Travis says while flexing. “Well fuck man, kiss me!” He grabs my head and I turn my face, making him plant a wet one on my cheek. His stubble scratches me and it makes me realize that I never thought about what that must feel like for women when I don't shave. “You don't think I'm beautiful?” 

“You're a piece of shit.” I push his chest and he makes his pecs bounce in my hands. 

“Bigger than a b cup, apparently.” His eyebrows dance with his chest muscles. “Well, you want me to go first or what?” 

“No…yes.” I change my mind mid-thought, knowing that I probably won't be brave enough to take that initiative. 

Travis’ hands soften on my head, and they flow down to my shoulders. He brings me in for a hug, and our chests press together. 

“Getting massive, dude.” His fingers run over my traps. My hands… I don't know where to put my hands. 

I bite my lip as his stubble scratches the side of my neck, and then again when his lips touch my skin. 

“Trav,” I whisper as his hands squeeze my ass. 

“This is part of my routine,” he says, kissing up to my ear. The scratchiness of his face is way more sensitive on my cheek than it was on my neck. “Gotta make them feel wanted.” 

My friend's hand moves in front of me and unbuckles my jeans. From there, he slides his fingers between the denim and my boxers, going back to holding my ass. 

“How much you squatting these days?”

“220,” I say, holding back a moan as he sucks on my earlobe. 

“Damn.” A big squeeze on my glutes makes my cock pulsate directly against him, and he blows an exhale of humour in my ear. “It's chill, man. I'm hard too.” 

“Oh…” I moan as he leaves a trail of kisses back to my neck. His hands also move back to my front and he feels the shape of my hard-on. 

“You wanna feel mine?” 

“What would that teach me? Naomi doesn’t have a dick,” I pant as he sucks on my collarbone. 

“To not leave your hands floating in the air doing nothing, dumbass.” His hands leave me for a brief second, and I hear his pants drop. 

Okay. 

Nervously, I make contact with his hips. Then, I gradually feel inwards, feeling the tension between us build. 

“Ah…” I moan as he gropes my boner again and it fast tracks my hand into finding his. “Dude, you're bricked as hell.” I gasp as I pinch the length of his shaft through his boxers. You could've convinced me that it was an actual brick in there. 

“For you, babe.” 

With that, his lips find mine and I moan softly into his mouth as he takes the lead. His mouth pushes mine back as he takes commands of my lower lip, alternating between soft and harder pressure. When my head gets too far back, Trav reels me back in by guiding my head forward. 

“Take this off.” He tugs on my t-shirt. While I pull it off, Travis does the same with his. Our bare chests crash back together and we both moan as we kiss. “Mmm…” He asks the next question by hooking my boxers with his thumbs and I respond by doing the same thing to him. 

“Oh…fuck…” The feeling of our two freed cocks pressing up against each other is so … it's so… 

“You like that?” Travis says, walking us to the couch. I sit down bare assed, and he kneels in front of my legs. 

“What are you doing, man?” I ask. 

“You know what I'm doing.” He pushes my legs up and I grab them from under my knee. 

“Fuck!” The back of my head hits the couch as his stubble scratches the inside of my cheeks.

There's nothing that I can say to compare the feeling of this. 

Nothing has felt like this before. 

“Ah, Trav, dude!” I crunch forward at the hot feeling of his tongue fluttering in my crack. 

“It's okay, babe,” he says in character. “Just enjoy it.” 

His breath blows hot air into my hole. 

“Fuck,” I say quietly, leaning back and staring into the ceiling. His teasing tongue, like he taught me to do, dances around the spot that I want him to lick. 

“Mmmm… fuck… you got a pretty pussy.” Travis gives me a couple full licks and I moan with each one. 

“Oh!” His tongue digs a little into me. 

“You like that, babe?” 

“Oh fuck!” I grab his wrist and am reminded of his dense arm hair. His fingers curl around my wood and I can tell he has spat on them from how they glide across my sensitive cut head. 

“Yeah?” Travis mumbles, swirling his tongue in a circle. “Oh fuck, babe. You taste good.” 

“Oh! Oh!” I tighten my grip around his wrist. 

“Cum for me.” 

“Fuck!” His tongue turns to a drill, swirling and digging at the same time. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!” 

“I want you to cum. Cum for me.” His words breathe humid air into my hole.

Having a cut cock himself, he knows to not go past the head after a certain point. 

“Fuck!” The pumping in the middle of my shaft gets me there and I ejaculate onto my stomach. Not being aware of how tight my hole gets during cumming, I'm suddenly enlightened by his tongue working me loose again. “Oh…oh god! Fuck!” I let go of his wrist and let my friend work the load out of me. “Fuck!”

Travis’ tongue leaving my crevice gives me the sign to release my legs. When I open my eyes next, I see my friend standing in front of me, stroking his cock while watching me collect myself. 

“You're actually a pretty good kisser,” he says. 

“Thanks. You too,” I say. I look down at my stomach and wonder what I can use to wipe up. 

“That's how you get someone off with oral. Never underestimate the duo combo of fingers and tongue.” 

“Yeah,” I reply, feeling a little brain dead. 

“You mind, dude? I think I’m going to go fuck that thing I made for you,” Travis says. 

“Oh. Yeah. Sure.” I stand up carefully with the juices rolling off me. 

“I'll see you tomorrow.” He switches hands on his cock, so he can dap me up. “Let yourself out.” Trav walks to his room.

This time, I do check out his hairy ass. 

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Bro, I know the title is wild haha, but I guess most of the stories on this sub are. I'm going to go ahead and guess that the big question in your head is "why".

Why would some frat bro set up a fuck doll for me? This one is the easiest to answer. The guy is my best buddy, and we sometimes (or all the time) talk about sex. Just regular guy stuff, like sending each other hot porn clips and sharing what we do with our girlfriends.

I wouldn't say I lie about that shit, but once in a while I stretch the truth. So I assumed that Travis did too when he said he always makes his girlfriend cum. I know y'all here are not really into fucking women, but every single time is wild.

But then, his girlfriend confirmed it to MY girlfriend. You know what it's like to feel like a damn loser? Yeah, that was me.

I guess the first "why" question is the only one that matters. After that ball crushing conversation, I had to swallow my pride and Trav for tips. I've got the same gym rat build as him, and I know he's not packing something signficantly different that I got going on, so I know it's skill based. And skills can be learned yeah? I can man up and admit that. Talked it out with my girlfriend and everything so she's on board.

Anyway, my horndog friend has a bunch of fleshlights, and he showed me how to eat a woman out using one of them.

Does this justify the title of the story yet? hahaha. Well shit, here we go.

“So, how'd it go?” My girlfriend asked me when I got home. 

My best friend teaching me how to eat a woman out? 

“Yeah, it was good,” I say with fake nonchalance. “How about you and Lara? What'd you two get up to?” 

Naomi blushes and says, “She brought a dildo and showed me how she sucks a dick.” 

“Yeah?” I lay down on the bed next to her. “What'd you learn?” 

“I could show you.” She strokes the shape of my cock through my shorts with her thumb. 

“I should probably shower first,” I say reluctantly. The image of my girlfriend and her best friend passing my dick between them is catching my attention, but….

My cock has lube and old cum all over it. She's not going to like that. 

By the time I was out of the shower, she wasn’t in heat anymore. Tale as old as time. That was okay with me, since I had already busted a big nut earlier in Travis’ fleshlight. 

“Babe?” 

“Mmm…” Naomi mumbles half asleep. 

“Travis wants to keep going tomorrow. Is that alright with you?” 

“Yeah, Lara said she’s going to come over again,” she says, and I settle into bed with her.

I wasn't sure what Travis had in mind for his next “lesson.” He had mentioned that he wanted the set up to be better, but besides getting a full on fuck doll, I can't picture what's possible. 

“Ready,” my best friend texted me in the morning. “Come over whenever.” 

“We skipping today's gym sesh?” I texted back. 

“Don't worry, man. It’ll be a workout.” 

That was all the information I got. After getting ready, I headed to his place. I caught Travis’ girlfriend's car leaving as I parked, and it made me feel more relaxed about what we're about to do. 

That sounds fucking gay. Obviously, I know we're going to be butt naked and playing with our cocks. But, since it's supposed to be practice, it feels safer to do it with my homeboy rather than a chick. 

“Yo, bro.” Travis slams a beer into my palm upon opening the door. “Chug?” 

I might not be in my first year anymore, but I’m still not a bitch when somebody challenges me. I pour the beer straight down my throat and crush up the can at the same time as my best friend. 

“Still got it.” Travis puffs out his chest like a gorilla and I match his ridiculous energy. “Alright, you ready for this shit?” 

“Fuck you, man.” I grunt as Travis grabs at my groin playfully. I do the same thing to him. “Ugh!” His junk pulses in my hand. 

“You lose,” he burps in my face when I let go first. “Come into my training chambers.” Trav pats my crotch lightly, and turns to his bedroom. I follow him in, expecting nothing and everything all at once. 

“What the actual fuck, dude?” I laugh in disbelief at what he has set up. Various pillows are put together to vaguely resemble the shape of a human. On the “body”, a lacy red bra is fitted, stuffed with what looks like tissue papers. On the “head,” there's a printed picture of my girlfriend’s face. 

In between the “legs” is the same fleshlight I practiced eating out on yesterday. 

“Took some engineering, for real.” Travis flops next to his creation. “But this should be nice and steady for you.” He pulls on the sleeve of fleshlight to show me how it doesn't budge. Then he thrusts his hips at me, sticking out his tongue in devious humour. 

“This is insane, man.” I step closer to his contraption, and pull on the fleshlight. I don't know how he's done it really, but it is stable in there. Naturally, I position my hips to see if it's really feasible to fuck like this. 

Okay, yeah, this would be kind of awesome. I press my groin into the lips. Trav has figured out the right angle and all. 

“You still got that lesson from last night in your noggin?” My best friend pats my back, and then his hands pull my shorts down in one whip. 

“Hey, fuck you!” I pull my shorts back over my ass. Travis shrugs at me. 

“They're about to come off anyway,” he says while taking off his shirt. 

“We already did eating out yesterday,” I say, fixing the waistband of my shorts. I know it's going to come off eventually, but I'm not gonna let another grown man tell me when to whip my cock out. 

“You learn how to ride a bike perfectly on the first try? You still got them training wheels on, dude.” Travis throws a pillow on the floor and I kick it into place. 

“How many goddamn pillows do you have, you homo?” I grumble as I kneel on it. It is without a doubt a better set up than yesterday, and I have something to hold onto as legs while I lean my face into the lips of the toy. 

“Slowly…slower than that…” Travis gets close to see what's going on. “Bro, that’s not what we practiced at all.” 

“This is fucking weird,” I say. I can recognize that I'm not into the same flow as yesterday. 

“Wasn't weird yesterday,” he says. “Move over.” His broad shoulder nudges me out of the way. “If you don't wanna be slow, then at least go all out with a little zest.” We both chuckle at his choice of word. 

Travis closes his eyes and kisses the toy directly, making out with it softly like they are real lips. 

I can see the difference between what he's doing and what I was doing. He's kissing it like he wants to say something with his lips, and I was just kissing the surface. 

“Mmmm…” he hums as he does one big lick into the crevice. “If you want it quick and dirty, you gotta let her know that.” Trav squeezes his hand into a fist. 

He moves off the pillow and I take the hot seat again. Inspired by what I saw, I mimic what he did on the toy. 

It's wet. It makes the silicon taste less, well, like silicon and I organically kiss better. It is the taste of someone's mouth after all. 

Even if it's another dude’s mouth. 

“Better,” Travis says. 

“Hmm!” I mutter into the toy’s lips. 

“You're not hard, dude.” He grips my package tightly. 

“I'll get there,” I say, and as the words roll off my lips, I feel my cock waking up under his touch.

“You should be rock hard while you give head.” His hairy knees push my legs a little further apart on the pillow. “Then you know you’re about to feast.” 

“What now, dipshit?” I turn my head to see what he's trying to accomplish and am met with a hand on my neck leading me back to the toy. 

“Just eat.” 

My lips touch the plastic again, and then my neurons fire everywhere as the frat boy behind me touches my chest. 

“Yeah, eat it, man.” 

“MmmmMmmm…” I lick, making it wet and slippery again. One of Trav’s hands slips under my shirt and finds my nipple. “MMMMMm…” 

“I always touch myself when I'm eating. Just cause she's the subject of interest doesn't mean a man can't have his fun too. And it's always better for her if I'm horned up.” His other hand joins the one under my shirt, and they rub in opposite directions. 

“Ohh…” I exhale. My hot breath blows back onto me. 

“You wanna fuck like a rabbit right now. I can feel it from you, dude,” Travis sniffs behind me. “Wanna give her a go?” His right hand leaves my chest and pats the pillow next to the toy I'm eating. 

“Yeah.” I stand up, and my friend pulls my shorts down from behind me. 

He's looking right at my ass. 

Too turned on to really think about it, I point my engorged cock at the wet entrance and penetrate. 

“Oh shit…” I groan. As I sink in, the red bra and picture become my focus. 

“She good?” Travis asks. 

“Yeah… fuck…” I pump slowly. “Is that Naomi’s bra?” 

“Why the fuck would I have your girlfriend’s bra? It's Lara's. It's the one she was wearing today. Took it off her. You know the girls are playing with their titties today?” 

My imagination etches the line of another woman taking off my girlfriend’s black bra. 

“You're not using your hips enough.” 

His warm hands wrap around my waist, guiding me into a full range of movement. 

“There ya go.” My hips and his hand move in unison. My cock pushes deep in, and then exits half way before the cycle pushes me in again. “Good stuff, man.” 

Smack! 

“Oh!” I pull out quickly as the sting registers on my buttcheek. 

Shit.

Fuck! 

Fuck! Fuck! 

“What are you doing?” Travis’ chest pushes into my back as he looks over my shoulder. “Oh shit, are you cumming, dude?” 

White fluid was already leaking smoothly out of me, but him talking made the spurting start. I grab my cock by instinct and stroke so that a full release can be triggered. 

At close distance, the cumshot ricochets off the lips and onto the surrounding pillows. 

“Oh my god…” It's one of those orgasms that build in intensity since it got a late start. A couple shots in, I lean my head back and basically onto Trav’s shoulder. 

“Fuck, dude.” I feel his voice vibrate in his chest. “Alright, Imma nut too.” He pats my right thigh, and I move off the pillow on the floor.

Travis pulls his sweats down to his thighs and strokes his cock quickly. 

“Fuck,” I whisper to myself as I see his tip touch the cum covered entrance. With the way his hand is moving, I know it's quickly transferring my jizz onto his cock. 

He makes a grimace in total silence, then he exhales loudly. 

Stopping his stroke completely, I thought he wasn't going to finish. But, a couple of seconds later, a big glob on cum lands in the middle of my mess. 

I couldn't stop looking.

I wanted to see how much he would cum. 

“Fuuccccccckkk.” I don't get my answer, because Travis sinks his cock into the toy. His pelvis rocks both and forth as he deposits his seed into his toy. He grabs the pillow legs tightly, pulling into them roughly with each hard thrust. “Oh yeah…fuck. Been wondering how she feels.” 

With another grimace, he pulls out. His untrimmed pubes carry white goo in its dense curly texture.

My white goo. 

“Your endurance is shit, dude. We're going to have to work on that.” 

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It's a little long to give you the full context, but I guess the truth is I've got a shitty sex life going on with my girlfriend. I knew it because it's obvious that neither of us have been that satisifed since the honeymoon stage.

Then, her friend told her that she cums every time she gets fucked. And guess who the man is? My best friend Travis.

Every single time is fucking nuts. I haven't even be able to get my girlfriend off, but she says its just her own thing. But still, I can't just hear something like that and not feel inferieur, you know? Inferieur, but I can take a humble pie when I need it.

I ended up asking Travis for some tips, and he showed me some massage tricks and stuff, but if I were to really learn something about fucking, we'd have to go further.

And that's how desperate I am to have better sex. And I don't want to lose Naomi, so fucking around with Travis is my best bet. That's if she can accept that anyway.

Man, you'd think with how nervous I was, I was about to confess to my girlfriend that I had a woman on the side or something.

“Why is your heart beating so fast?” Naomi says, readjusting her ear on my chest. 

“I think we need to talk.” 

And now, she thinks I'm cheating on her too. Or about to break up with her. 

“No, it's not like that,” I say, holding her hands. I swear, it’s like a magic trick how chicks can turn on the waterworks just like that. “I just wanna talk.” 

“About what?” she sniffs. 

“Okay, first of all, I'm not cheating.” I squeeze her hands. “But… you're thinking the same thing too, right?” 

“Thinking what?” 

“That…” I sigh in exasperation that I have to say it out loud. Alright, Matt, grow a pair. “The sex sucks.” 

The following hour was what you would expect. There were tears. There was some yelling and blaming. There were some words said that probably didn't need to see the light of day. 

Or maybe, they did. 

“You know Lara has an orgasm every time she gets fucked?” Naomi says spitefully. “That's what's supposed to happen, Matt.” 

Ouch. 

“I don't take my time blowing you??? When have you ever taken your time to eat me out?” 

“You think I don't want to?” I have to lower my voice once I see her shrink back. “You don't let me!” 

“Because you don't know what you're looking for down there!” 

Ouch. 

I sit back down on our bed, and put my elbows on my knees. Sitting down too, but from a distance, my girlfriend crosses her legs. 

“So, do you want to be with me?” I say to the flooring. 

“Do you?” 

“Of course, babe. I love you.” I turn to her and pull her into me. “I just want us both to have a better time doing it.” 

“Maybe we need to see a sex therapist or something,” she says with a nervous giggle against my neck.

“Well…” My heart starts pounding again. “Travis said he can help us.” 

“Travis? Our Travis?” Naomi lifts her head from my shoulder. I nod to confirm. “What’s he going to do?” 

“He said he can help me figure out how to get you off. Last longer and shit. And how to eat pussy.” I feel my body heating up from the embarrassment of admitting all the ways I'm incompetent in bed. 

“How's he going to…” My girlfriend processes the information. “Wait, last night… the massage?” 

“Yeah, that was him,” I admit. “Did you like that?” 

Ouch again. She didn't need to nod so eagerly, but I get why she did. It was hot for me too to watch her disintegrate under Travis’ teachings of slow tension. 

So, Travis' method does work. Or if anything, there is something to be gained from it. 

“So, you're cool with it?” I ask Naomi. 

“You guys aren't going to practice on other women, right?” she asks and I shake my head. “What are you going to practice on?” 

“I don't know.” 

“How did you learn how to massage like last night?” 

“Trav showed me how he does it on me. It's not like that!” My walls rise at her surprised expression. “It was a demonstration, for fuck’s sakes.” 

“I didn't say anything.” She grazes my chest while giving me a kiss on the temple to cool me down. “I kinda like that.” 

“Fuck that.” I jerk away lightly but accept her calming kisses. 

“I mean, you would think it's hot if Lara and I gave each other massages, right?” 

My expression changed so quickly at that analogy that we both giggled. I have to admit that my dick got a rise from imagining it too.

“Maybe Travis can teach you some things, and Lara can teach me some things.” 

“Oh,” I moan into her mouth as she kisses me, her hand groping my hardening dick. She teases me by rubbing me while asking me the next question. 

“When do we start?” 

We started the next day. It worked out well because it was a Saturday. We had a group chat with the four of us already, and that became our place to use code words. 

“Bros at mine, hoes at Matt’s.” 

Yeah, maybe when I make my girlfriend cum every time we fuck then I can get away with talking to her like that. None of us ever takes offence to the shit that comes out of Travis' mouth though. He talks like a jackass but he never means any harm. 

“See you soon, okay babe? Have fun,” I say, nervously spinning my car keys around. 

“You too.” She gives me a little kiss. “Oh, we haven’t talked about it yet. Any limits on what Lara and I can do?” 

“I mean…” My mind instantly places my girlfriend and her best friend in every position possible. All of them are hot as fuck. “Not really.” 

“Same with you guys then.” 

That thought left a weird taste in my mouth as I got in the car. I can't fault her if she had the same imagery of Trav and I doing things, but… I don't know. 

“Whatsup, my man?” Travis and I give each other a solid shake at the door. “You ready to be schooled?” 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, dude.” I walk in to his collection of sex toys on the kitchen table. It's the two fleshlights I've seen before, a couple different rings and bands, a big bottle of lube, and a rectangular black box. 

“Got this one just for you,” Travis says. He opens the lid of the box, which has clearly already been open. “Bam.” 

Another fleshlight, with the entry point formed like pussy lips, comes out of the box. 

“Got it this morning.” He gives it a whiff. “Still got that new smell to it. Here.” 

My reflex catches the fleshlight for me, and I look at the lips. It's pretty, and upon touching it, I feel a tingle in my groin. 

“I talked it over with Lara. She's gonna teach your girl how to suck cock, and I'm going to teach you how to eat her out,” Trav says casually. He takes off his tank top and throws it to the side. 

“Alright.” The thrill of actually doing this damn thing gets my blood pumping. “What do I do?” 

“Well, for starters, take your clothes off, you dumbass.” Travis takes off his shorts too, and that’s how I find out that he's free balling. 

“Fuck, dude.” I shield my eyes from his hairy crotch. 

“We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other’s junk, my man. Better get used to it now.” 

“I don't know about that.” I look up at the ceiling. From my peripheral vision, I can tell he's not hiding himself at all. 

“You wanna learn or what? You little bitch,” he says, and I sigh. Still looking at the ceiling, I take off my shirt. Travis whistles, and I roll my eyes as I take my shorts off too. I, like a decent human being, am wearing underwear. 

I finally look at Travis, and he has his hands on his hip, his entire body on display. He raises his wrist to look at his imaginary watch and I sigh again before taking off my underwear. 

“Alright. I thought we'd kneel by the couch,” Trav says, walking over to the couch and I look away from his bare ass. He throws a couple pillows on the floor. 

“Why?” I ask, watching him kneel on the pillow on the left. 

Okay, I know why. 

I join him, and kneel beside him. At least this way, I didn't have to stare at his spread ass anymore. That man does not manscape back there. 

“Alright, show me how you do it.” 

“This is fucking embarassing,” I mutter to myself and place the fleshlight in front of me. But I know why I'm here, so I take a deep breath and lean in. 

“Stop.” 

My lips can feel the presence of the silicon, but aren't touching anything.

“You should kiss the outside first. Tease her. I told you before, it's all about the tension,” Travis says. I lift my head a little and make contact with the rubber. It doesn't feel human at all, but I have a decent imagination. 

I close my eyes as I imagine kissing around the hole. 

“Good, yeah,” Travis says in my right ear. “Tilt your head a little bit so you can rub your stubble on her. Chicks love that.” 

I kiss in a circle, touching my nose to the entrance when I'm at the bottom. 

“Might be a little cold, but it's edible,” my friend says. I get the answer to what he's talking about when it drizzles on the bridge of my nose. 

“Mmm…” It doesn't taste bad. And, it lubricates the rubber in a way that makes it more fun to lick.

“Oh yeahhh buddy,” Travis praises me as I lick from the bottom to the top. “When she gets wet for you, you can reward her like that. Now back it off a little.” His hand on my shoulder pulls me back. “A little go and stop can go a long way for you here.” 

Like this? 

My tongue darts, flicking at the toy’s slit briefly before retracting back in my mouth. I spread the lube on my lips, and it messily gets all over my stubble. 

“Flatten your tongue. Yeah, man, rub it. Yeah! Do it at least 10 times.” 

5…6…7…8…9…10.

His hand pulls on my shoulder again. After a couple seconds, I resist his guidance and lick hungrily at the lube. It tastes better every time I go back for more. 

“Nice,” Travis says approvingly. “This is the time to go deep now.” 

“AhhhHh…” I moan freely with my tongue diving in. 

“Keep it there.” 

I try to wiggle my tongue a little deeper in, and then pull off. Normally, at this point, I'd get to the fucking.

I mean, I am hard enough now to fuck. 

“Why'd you stop?” 

“Well…” I lean back on my heels to show him my boner. 

“Nah, man. You keep going until she cums once. Then, she’ll let you do whatever you want after.” 

“How do I do that?” 

“You've got good instincts. You just gotta keep following them,” my best friend says. “You should pump at the same time. I get really good at giving head when I'm doing that.” 

He stands up, and I look away as his stiff cock bounces lightly from the movement. When he comes back, he holds his two fleshlights out. I take the same one I did last time and he pumps some of that edible lube into there. 

Without commenting, he then dispenses some lube onto the other fleshlight. 

“Let's do it.” Travis clinks his fleshlight on mine like they're two glasses of beer. “3…2…1.” 

“Fuck,” I grunt at the cold liquid letting me sink deep into the squishy toy. 

“Time to eat, dude.” His hand pushes on the back of my head and I dive back into the lips in front of me. 

“Mmm…” I hum as I lick messily. Travis was right. Now that my dick is getting worked, I have ideas on how to give head. 

Lick the left side first, almost favouring it. Then, move to the right side in a hurried flick. 

Digging in as deep as possible, and moaning low to send vibrations through my tongue. 

Long licks with pressure, opening up the hole when I get to the center. 

“Keep it pumping, man,” Travis says in my ear again. 

“I'm getting close,” I moan into the toy. 

“Good. You ever cum while eating out?” 

“No.” I thrust in the toy, which has warmed up to a realistic temperature since I've started. 

“You should. Build that mental connection of wanting to do it,” he says. Through his hand on my shoulder, I feel him pumping himself. 

“Oh fuck…” I put my pent up energy from holding back into my hungry licking. 

“Yeah, you're feeling it, dude. Go with the flow. It's in your blood to know how to get her off.” 

“MMMmmm…Mmmm…” I make out with the toy, letting the lube drip off my chin. I don't have my eyes open but I'm betting that Travis poured some more lube from the top. 

“Oh shit, yeah man. That's the good stuff that they crave. Keep doing that. Ah…” My friend’s voice gets lower. “Fuck yeah. We don't give up.” 

“MMmmM…” I pop my dick out of the fleshlight as I get too close. 

“You gotta keep pumping, dude. You were almost there.” 

“AhhHH!” I moan loudly as Travis takes the toy from me and plugs me back in. He takes the new fleshlight from me too and the lips press into my lips. “MMMMmMMm!” 

“Lick it, Matt. Fucking eat it. Oh yeah!” 

“FUCK!” I shout into the toy. My friend pumping the fleshlight on my dick pushes me to my limit. “MMmMmMMM!”

I moan into the hole as I nut, alternating the sounds coming out of my mouth with licks. My mouth moves instinctually as I blow my load, and I lap up all the lube there is to eat. 

“Good stuff, man. I wanna cum too.” 

Huh? 

The toy leaves my lips, and I take a moment to breathe.

Schluck… Schluck… Shluck… 

I open my eyes and locate the source of the sound to my right. His hairy bush is pushed into the lips I was just eating out. 

“Gotta break in the … new… toy… fuck!” Travis clenches his jaws. “Fuck! Ah! Ah!” His thigh muscles flex with every thrust he gives in. “Ah!” Travis pulls his cock out, and a remaining drop of cum beads on the cut head. He looks down at his cock, and then grins at me.

“Fuck,” I say as I pull my sticky cock out. When it's freed from any pleasure, my cock also releases a single drop of cum. Eye contact with my best friend is a little awkward like this, but we share a quiet laugh at what we’ve just done.

“I’m going to get a better set up for this.” Travis shakes the fleshlight in his hand. “This wasn't ideal.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’ll see in lecture tomorrow,” he jokes. “Fucking hell, Lara forgot to buy paper towels again. Hang on.” Travis stands up from his kneeling position. 

I have to look at the back of the couch. It's that, or my friend’s hairy ass. 

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Okay, so a lot of you wanted me to keep going on this story. For your convenience, I just repasted that story again here so you can read it in its entirety. Better not let this post flop, you fuckers haha.

Some friendships are just meant to be. I thought when I went to university that my longest lasting buddies would be the ones in my first year dorm building or the ones doing the same major as I was. 

As fate would have it, my best buddy now is the guy I got randomly paired up with for my first group project on campus. Travis and I might have run in the same circles anyway eventually, especially if I wanted to have the frat boy lifestyle like he had, but destiny is destiny. We’ve been friends ever since, and I got to be part of the frat party activities without actually having to be in one. So, overall, no complaints on my end. 

We were roommates for a year, and then the girl he was seeing introduced me to one of her girlfriends, and … the rest is history. Now that we're in our final year of university, I live with Naomi and he lives with Lara, and the four of us hang out all the time together. Modern day sitcom. 

A lot of times, we do a lot of things as double dates. Other times, the girls do their beauty thing and Travis and I have a guys’ night. I usually go to his place for that. 

“Yo, when you coming over?” Travis texts me. 

“Soon. Gotta drop Naomi off at the nail salon. She's getting ready.” 

“You shit out of luck then, buddy. The beer is going to be all gone by the time you get here.” 

I appreciate how hot my girlfriend is, but it does make me wonder why she needs to get all done up to get her nails done. When I went to check where she was at, I saw her happily chatting with earbuds on while laying out her outfits. 

“She's yapping on the phone,” I text Travis. 

“Yeah, with Lara.” My phone lights up twice in a row. “Oh shit, they're talking about getting banged.” 

I step back closer to the closet and listen more intently to what my girlfriend is saying. 

“Every time?? How does he do it??” she says. “Wow!” 

I furrow my brows as I try to understand the context of the conversation and my phone lights up again. 

“Damn, she just out there humble bragging about how I make her cum,” Travis texts. I roll my eyes at his own humble brag. 

“No… I haven't… he’s good and it feels good. It's just hard to get all the way there, you know what I mean?” Naomi says on the phone, and I almost barge in to add my two cents.

There was that time that I almost got her there! But then my leg cramped. And I always ask her if she's satisfied and needs anything else and she always says no! 

“Dude. Are you hearing this?” Travis texts me. Another message arrives on the tail of the first one. “You don't get your woman off?” 

“Okay, Matt, I'm ready!” Naomi calls out to me from the closet and I shove my phone in my pocket. 

I had to pretend nothing was wrong on the car ride to the salon, although when I dropped her off, Lara arrived at the same time. The way she smiled at me looked different. 

Now she knows that Naomi and I have problems in bed.

And now Travis knows too. 

I had half a mind to just turn back home, but felt like that would make the whole thing even worse. So, I drove to Travis’ place and pretended we didn't have that fucked up conversation beforehand. 

“You made it.” Travis pulls me in for a half hug. “Beast!” He squeezes my left bicep and I pat his muscular back. “Whatsup?” 

“Yeah, not much.” 

Dudes are like this. I had confidence that if I didn't bring it up, Travis wouldn't go out of his way to call me out on it. 

But it gnawed at me as we drank and watched the game. I kind of auto-piloted the cheering and comments while the same questions rotated in my head. 

How does he make his girlfriend cum every time? 

Is there something wrong with the way I fuck? 

What does he think about me now? 

I know that his tool isn't better than mine. That sounds gay as fuck, but let me explain. The man is a complete horndog and it's not uncommon for him to send me porn clips. Once, and I kid you not when I say we had just met, he sent me a porn clip of himself. He was sharing so much dirty material that we naturally jerked off to clips together a few times. So, I know for a fact that it's not size that I'm missing. 

So, what is it? 

“How are you and Lara?” I ask during a commercial break. 

“We good, man. I really can't complain,” Travis says. As I expected, he follows it up with an answer from his crotch. “She lets me tap it 4-5 times a week. So I'm a happy man.” 

“4-5 times?” I say in surprise. I’m not that surprised. I suppose the real emotion behind the tone is impressed. “Damn.” 

“How many times do you get it with Naomi?” he says with a sniff, cocking his head towards me. 

“Once or twice a week,” I say honestly. Lately, it's been more like one. 

Travis looks at me intently, and I urge him silently to move into the conversation that I want to get into. He cracks open another beer, and before he takes a gulp, he pauses for a moment. 

“You know, if you make her finish, then she'll want it a lot more.” 

“Well, yeah,” I say. “But how? I've tried everything. Sometimes she gets real close and I keep going… but…” I make a sputtering noise with my lips. “I'm not Ironman.” 

Travis holds up a finger as he chugs his beer and then belches loudly. 

“Gross, man.” I move out of his gas’ way. 

“The fucking is the last part of a woman’s orgasm, bro,” he says. “She should already be almost there when you stick it in her.” 

“I finger her a little before I do it,” I say defensively. “It's not like I just jam it in her.” 

“Slow down there, cowboy. I'm not saying nothing,” Travis says with a shrug. The game comes back on, and gives us a chance to ditch the conversation. 

But… I need to know more. 

“You mean foreplay then?” 

“Yeah, but to the extreme,” he says with his eyes on the screen. “GO! GO! GO! Ah, fuck,” he sighs in disappointment. “I like to start with a massage.” 

“Huh,” I say and think about what my usual routine is. It's usually a little bit of making out and then the clothes start coming off. “Like after you’re already all naked?” 

“You don't have to be excited about imagining me naked, dude. I'll show you my cock if you want,” Travis jokes. “Nah, I like it with some clothes on. Tension is everything, man.” 

I couldn't focus on the game at all, because I was so perplexed about what he was saying. I've done sports therapy massages before, and even those start with the shirt off. 

“Alright, come here.” Travis sits up straight on the couch, and his legs extend on the L part of the seating. He spreads his massive legs and pats the space between them. “I'll show you.” 

“Fuck you, man.” I shake my head. 

“My god, is your masculinity that fragile?” he says. “Like I said, the clothes stay on.” 

I thought about it for another couple of seconds, and then sighed. As much as I'm ashamed about it, I am trying to ask him for help. And maybe doing is better than just listening. 

I go over to where he motioned, and awkwardly position myself between his legs. As I scooch backwards, his frame surrounds me in a really intimate way. 

“What the fuck, man. Put that thing away,” I say as a distinctive squishy organ in his shorts pushes against me. 

“It is away, you bitch,” Travis says. His thumbs graze my back as they ascend towards my shoulder. “Alright, this is what I do. Nothing too hard. I want her to feel relaxed, not like she's at physiotherapy.” His fingers close softly around my shoulders. 

He rubs through my shirt softly, and I would almost not qualify it as a massage because there's very little pressure to it. 

It just kinda feels…soothing.

“Damn man, nice traps,” he says. His voice sends tingles to the back of my neck. “Oh yeah, they love it when you talk to them like this.” His voice concentrates by my right ear. 

“I can see that, yeah,” I admit.

“And a little sneaky grab makes them feel wanted.” His hands go over my shoulders and make a soft grab at my pecs. 

I was going to call him gay for doing that, but what happened next took the words out of my mouth. 

“Ah…” I moan softly as his lips, prickly with the stubble around them, kiss the nape of my neck gently. “Dude, what are you doing?”

“Showing you how it’s done. They love it when you hold their hips.” His hands go down my side and then grab my waistline firmly. “Gives them a teaser of what you're doing after.” 

I resist moaning as soft kisses land on the back of my neck. 

“At this point, you should both be in the mood,” Travis says in my ear. He wraps his arms around my chest, and pulls me back into him. “Dude, you're thick like a tree.” His chuckle blows hot air against my skin. “You get it now?” 

Fuck. I hold my natural sounds in as his hands go back down my body sensually, ending with both palms sliding on my thighs. 

“Dude, is that…” Something pushes up my lower back 

“Slow and tension is the key,” Travis says. “If I’m not turned on while I'm doing it, then it isn't working for either of us. No homo though.” 

Yeah… no homo… The pressure in my crotch is subdued by the position of my dick. 

“Should we keep going?” 

Should we keep going? 

“Nah, man, I think I get it,” I say as I stand up, and the pressure in my groin is hella uncomfortable in my new position. I feel Travis’ bulky shoulders rise behind me and it makes me feel jittery although no part of him is still touching me. 

“You sure? That was just part 1 of the Foreplay Syllabus,” he says with an amused snort. “There are…3 parts” 

“3?” I adjust myself before I turn my head to look over my shoulder. “What are the other two? Making out and oral?” 

“4 then.” Travis smirks at me. “There's also the mating dance.” 

“Now you're just fucking with me.” I turn back around to shake my head. 

“I'm for real, dude. Yo, all kinds of creatures in the wild do that. Females crave that kind of stuff.” 

“I don't dance.” And I can't really imagine Travis dancing either besides sweaty fist pumping with loud music. If I've understood correctly from my knowledge with women, that's not what's considered sexy. 

“It's not really a dance, you idiot,” Travis says, and then his hands are on my hips. “Fuck, you got a fat ass!” He grabs my glutes playfully and I jut my elbow into him. “Alright, usually they start melting if you hold them like this. Makes them get into their feminine side.” His thumbs hook on my lower back while his fingers extend towards my belly button.

I could see how on a woman’s figure, his fingers would span a lot more ground. 

“And you just push yourself real close…” 

“I swear to god, if that’s not your phone in your pocket,” I say as something hard presses against me. 

“It’s not a phone,” Travis snickers in my ear. “Whatever, man. Touching gets the blood pumping. Proof that my junk works.” His hands slide up to my stomach and chest, rubbing me sensually. “Leave a little stubble too so you can do this.” 

“Mm…” I moan quietly at the light prickling right under my ear as he sucks. 

“What's important here is that you don't make it feel rushed. Trust me, dude, she'll know you want to fuck her at this point.” He grinds his hard on against me. “But, make her want to take the next step.” His hands travel back down, intentionally bypassing my crotch by stroking my inner thighs. 

“You are unusually good at this,” I say with my best casual voice. 

“I don't watch porn to just rub one out,” Travis says. “The good clips are like art to learn from.” Moving on from my thighs, his fingers find my fingers and lock around them. 

Fuck. Tingles jump from my hand to my shoulders and then to my neck where he sucks them out gently. 

“That feel good?” he whispers against my skin. 

Yeah. 

“Then, when you're sure she's ready, you can be more obvious.” His hands triangulate on the hottest part of my body. “Aha! Your junk is working well too.” 

“You had doubts?” I try to respond with some relaxed humour as he gropes my stiff cock. “Alright, is this a dance lesson or a medical exam? You wanna know how many inches it is?”

“Hahaha.” Travis breaks character and sits back down on the couch. “Alright, after that, it's making out and mouth stuff.” 

Wearing gray shorts today, his boner unabashfully acts as a stake of the tent. I sit back down a little further away, grateful that my shape is not as obvious. 

Well, he already fucking felt it, so it's a little late for that.

“It's all about the vibes. The better the vibes, the more likely everyone is to get off.” My friend shrugs. “Phew, got me a little worked up here.” 

“Yeah, I see that. Cover up, you slut.” I throw a couch pillow directly at his crotch and he catches it before it makes impact.

“Yo, you did this!” Travis chucks the pillow back at me and I knock it to the floor. “You know, if you were my girl, you'd have to take care of this.” He flips the waistband of his shorts down, flashing me with the tip of his wood before putting it away.

I pretend to gag and vomit, then meet his challenge by flashing him at a surprise moment. His roaring laughter makes me laugh too, and I catch another pillow to the face. 

“With that tool, you shouldn't have a problem making her cum,” Travis says upon catching the pillow I whipped back at him. “But I always use some fingers to keep the beat going, if you know what I mean. Dynamic duo.” He puts two fingers next to his crotch and humps the air. 

“I do that, yeah,” I say. “I don't know, man. She just gets close but never all the way there.” 

“Eat her out before then. That way she gets hers and then you can get yours after.” 

“She doesn't like doing that,” I say with a downturned lip. 

“Bullshit,” Travis almost spits out. “It's like saying a guy doesn't like a blowjob. Every man loves a blowjob.” 

“Not me.” I shrug. “It's kinda boring.” 

You would've thought I said that I hated his favourite song or something. The judgement I felt from his expression was wild. 

“So you just stick it in her without getting sucked?” Travis says like he's found out that I'm joining a cult. 

“Yeah?” I feel my defensive side coming up again. “I don't need a mouth to get hard.” 

“Yeah, me neither, asshole,” Travis says. “You wanna see it again? No, it's about fucking pleasuring each other.” He sighs and sinks back into the seat. “Man, you needed to be in the frat house before it got shut down. Some of those guys taught me how to eat pussy right, and we had a fucking buffet all the time.” He swallows like the memories are making him salivate. 

I do like doing it. But, it is usually just a skipped step with my girlfriend. 

“There's no reason for her to hate it,” my friend says. “Something isn’t right with your technique.” 

“Yo, fuck you!” 

“If you want to fuck her, you're going to have to start getting her off.” Travis lifts his hand smugly. 

If it was any other guy, I would’ve punched his skull in. 

But I had to face the facts too. 

His girlfriend did say she always cums.

Always*.*

I’ve never made my girlfriend cum. 

Having to swallow all my pride, and I must add with great difficulty, I mentally will my muscles to relax. 

“Alright, give it to me then. What's the 4-step routine here?” The joke slices the tension in the room and it cracks further apart with Travis’ smile. 

“Step 1: never believe that oral sex is boring. The people doing it are boring, not the oral sex itself.” 

Asshole. 

“Step 2: Eat her out like it's your last meal every time.” 

“Yeah, but –”

Travis cuts me off by imitating a buzzer sound accompanied with a thumbs down. “Wrong attitude. Repeat after me: all girls… you know what? EVERYONE can have an orgasm from a good tongue. 

I have cum from blowjobs before. Those memories are more towards the beginning of when I started having sex. I remember that they did feel fucking awesome, but somewhere along the years, I stopped being able to do that. 

“Repeat it, dude. Attitude is everything. Say it, dude!” 

Say that a blowjob can make me cum? 

“Why?” Something inside me tightens. “I've been blown, Trav. It doesn’t do it for me anymore.” 

“Something wrong with her blowing skills too.” Travis shakes his head in disbelief. “She able to throat the whole thing?” 

“If I want to make her gag,” I say with a mischievous smile and pretend to hold a giant cock in front of my groin with two hands. However, my attempt to lighten the mood is met with a wall from my friend. 

“Fuck, dude, I'm upset for both of you,” he says and ruffles his dark hair. “No wonder you guys aren't cumming.” 

“Hey! I cum!” I interject and then realize how pitifully selfish that sounds that I can't bring my woman to a climax. 

“Alright. Education time. We're missing the end of the game for this, so fucking pay attention.” Travis scrolls his phone with almost angry determination, and then looks to the screen. The TV flashes as it mirrors his phone’s content and a thumbnail of a big veiny cock wrapped with delicate fingers loads. 

When the video starts, it doesn't begin in the heat of the action. Instead, it begins way before, with the actress kneeling between the man’s leg and sliding her hands up his boxers. 

My cock twitches as I watch her sniff the man’s package with intrigue, pushing with her nose tip at her future snack. 

“You stay here and watch the foreplay.” Travis gets up. He goes into the bathroom and leaves the door open while he pisses. “If she ain't hungry for it, your dick will know!” he calls out. 

He's absolutely right about the actress being hungry for it. I could see it in her eyes. Plus, it looks like she was driven to make sure it was going to be hard before she got the reveal. The dick pulses in the fabric, tapping lightly against her face as it strengthens. 

“Yo, catch.” My reflex acts for me and my hand catches a cylindrical hard plastic object. Not wanting to miss the moment that she pulls the boxers down, I don't look at what I've just been given. 

“Shit, that's hot,” I mutter to myself as the hard veiny cock slaps her chin on its way to freedom. Travis blocks my view on his way back to the couch and I have to look around his large stature to see the first lick. 

“Where we at?” He annoyingly stands right in my line of vision, and I see more of his ass than anything. 

Then, I saw his real ass. 

“Dude!” I complain as he pulls down his shorts, and I get shown how densely hairy his crack is while he bends forward. 

“What? You prefer this side?” Travis turns around, and his soft cock and balls swing towards me. 

“Fuck, man. You sure know how to kill a boner.” I close my eyes and try to erase the image of my friend’s asshole. 

What am I holding? 

I open my eyes and look clearly at the object in my hand for the first time. A yellow tinged silicon opening looks back at me. 

“Why did you give me…” I look at Travis and see him lubing up another fleshlight. He tosses the bottle to me and then pauses the video. 

“If you use the fleshlight to copy what she's doing on screen, maybe we can train you to cum in a mouth again,” he says. His big arms tighten as he shrugs. “Brings back memories of first year.” He chuckles, tipping his fleshlight towards the one in my hand like we're about to clink them together. 

We never talk about the two or three times we've rubbed one out to porn together. The last time we did it, the fleshlights were involved. These specific fleshlights, to be precise. 

“What do you say, buddy?” His low hanging balls catch my eye by rising a little with his words. “Either that or we cut this night short. I'm going to need to rub one out either way.” 

I want to watch the rest of the video, and I know the feeling that he's talking about. There's been so much talk about fucking and foreplay and touching already tonight that not finishing would just be torturous. 

Travis whistles as I stand up to take off my shorts, and I bend over to return the view he gave me earlier. 

“Asshole,” he says, and then we both crack up at the literal interpretation of it. “An eye for an eye!” he howls and it makes the atmosphere a lot less awkward even with our cocks out. 

The video plays again, and the blood swells into my organ. We both fall silent as the actress delicately licks the cock on the screen. 

“Let's do the same thing. Whatever is possible anyway,” Travis says. His dick lifts off his scrotum, and he supports it by using the lips of his toy on the underside of his shaft. 

I do the same thing, although I'm much more stiff already, and inhale sharply at the wet feeling gliding across the sensitive skin.

“Most chicks make the mistake of trying to swallow it too quickly,” Travis says softly as he moves the fleshlight with precision. “That kills the whole build up. Oh… fuck yeah… and they forget the balls.” 

“Oh…” I exhale quietly at the sensation of my balls being licked. The lube that is getting spread around by the silicon makes it feel incredibly realistic, although it is obviously colder than a mouth. 

“Each jewel at a time.” My friend bends his knees and spreads his legs, giving himself better access. 

First the left one….

Then the right…

Then licking back up… 

“Mmm…” I mumble at the hyper-pleasurable sensations of the silicon molding itself to the side of my shaft. 

“Shes going to suck it soon, dude.” 

Fuck. I glance over at my friend, whose cock is engorged to the max, teasing his tip with circular motions. I do the same thing, and an euphoric feeling spreads to my chest. 

“Here it comes…ready?”

“Yeah.” I watch the screen but keep my peripheral vision on his hand as well. 

“Now!” 

I penetrate the toy at the same time as him. 

“Ah!” I can't refrain from groaning at the tension of waiting so long being resolved. 

“Fuck!” Travis crunches forward at the same sensation. 

I would've preferred to get a hang of the heightened feeling first, but I see him start to pump the toy on his meat, and I realize that the teasing part of the video is over. 

Schluck… Schluck… Schluck… 

The two fleshlights, making the same sound in solidarity, mixes with the wet sounds of the video. Although it is coming from 3 distinct places, it melds into one dirty moist rhythm. 

“Oh…” Travis throws his head back on the couch. “Oh Jesus…” A big smile creeps on his face while the toy swallows his entire shaft with his rapid hand movement. 

“Mm!” I grunt and pull my cock out. The actors on the screen are still going, but I can't take such a constant tempo anymore. 

Maybe a blowjob can make me cum. 

Travis looks back on the screen just as the technique changes, and slides the lips of the toy back to his balls. 

“OhhHHHh…” He moans in a low gravelly tone, like he's itching a spot that's been bothering him for a while. “Fucccccck…”

I touch the shaft of my edged cock with the toy and freeze. 

It's still too much. 

“What the fuck are you doing, man? It's jewel polishing time.”

“Yeah, I know.” I bite my bottom lip as I teeter on the ledge. 

“You gotta play the game if you want to be better at it,” Travis says. He switches to his left hand on his fleshlight and extends his right hand to the toy in my hand. 

“I'm about to bust, man,” I admit to him. 

“That's the game.” My friend beckons with his fingers to tell me to let go.

And I do.

“OhHH!” I moan loudly as Travis places the toy at my balls, and I too, feel like I'm scratching an itch that's existed for too long. “Fuck!” My balls tighten with the circular motions he draws on my sack. 

“Here she goes.” We both look as the woman licks back up and I vibrate at the tension of the toy gliding back up. 

And it goes back down! 

“I can't hold it much longer,” I say, looking at Travis. He moves the toy back up to the tip, where he stimulates the gland like the actress is licking the cock on screen. 

“Why are you holding it?” Travis asks. His attention goes back to the screen for a split second, and then his eyes are full of cunning joy when they meet mine again. 

“OH!” I shout as the toy takes my edged cock in. “Oh!”

Schluck! 

“OH!” 

“I’m going to cum too!” Travis groans. His nose scrunches as he power strokes both of us. 

“AHHh!” I try to hold back for another second but realize it's futile. “AHHh!” I erupt inside the soft silicon. “AhHH!”

“OhH … fuck!” My best friend puffs out his cheeks. His two hands slow down simultaneously, synchronized in their descending rhythm until he leaves both toys pressed into our pubes. “Ahh…” 

“Ah!” I wince as he pulls the fleshlight off me. My cum drips from the entrance onto my tip. Travis shakes it, causing it to drool in a long white flow onto me. 

“If a toy can make you bust like this, a mouth can. Believe me, dude,” Travis says. “Phew.” He blows air out with tight lips. 

“Yeah.” I actually am convinced.

And now I have some new tricks to try. 

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Some friendships are just meant to be. I thought when I went to university that my longest lasting buddies would be the ones in my first year dorm building or the ones doing the same major as I was. 

As fate would have it, my best buddy now is the guy I got randomly paired up with for my first group project on campus. Travis and I might have run in the same circles anyway eventually, especially if I wanted to have the frat boy lifestyle like he had, but destiny is destiny. We’ve been friends ever since, and I got to be part of the frat party activities without actually having to be in one. So, overall, no complaints on my end. 

We were roommates for a year, and then the girl he was seeing introduced me to one of her girlfriends, and … the rest is history. Now that we're in our final year of university, I live with Naomi and he lives with Lara, and the four of us hang out all the time together. Modern day sitcom. 

A lot of times, we do a lot of things as double dates. Other times, the girls do their beauty thing and Travis and I have a guys’ night. I usually go to his place for that. 

“Yo, when you coming over?” Travis texts me. 

“Soon. Gotta drop Naomi off at the nail salon. She's getting ready.” 

“You shit out of luck then, buddy. The beer is going to be all gone by the time you get here.” 

I appreciate how hot my girlfriend is, but it does make me wonder why she needs to get all done up to get her nails done. When I went to check where she was at, I saw her happily chatting with earbuds on while laying out her outfits. 

“She's yapping on the phone,” I text Travis. 

“Yeah, with Lara.” My phone lights up twice in a row. “Oh shit, they're talking about getting banged.” 

I step back closer to the closet and listen more intently to what my girlfriend is saying. 

“Every time?? How does he do it??” she says. “Wow!” 

I furrow my brows as I try to understand the context of the conversation and my phone lights up again. 

“Damn, she just out there humble bragging about how I make her cum,” Travis texts. I roll my eyes at his own humble brag. 

“No… I haven't… he’s good and it feels good. It's just hard to get all the way there, you know what I mean?” Naomi says on the phone, and I almost barge in to add my two cents.

There was that time that I almost got her there! But then my leg cramped. And I always ask her if she's satisfied and needs anything else and she always says no! 

“Dude. Are you hearing this?” Travis texts me. Another message arrives on the tail of the first one. “You don't get your woman off?” 

“Okay, Matt, I'm ready!” Naomi calls out to me from the closet and I shove my phone in my pocket. 

I had to pretend nothing was wrong on the car ride to the salon, although when I dropped her off, Lara arrived at the same time. The way she smiled at me looked different. 

Now she knows that Naomi and I have problems in bed.

And now Travis knows too. 

I had half a mind to just turn back home, but felt like that would make the whole thing even worse. So, I drove to Travis’ place and pretended we didn't have that fucked up conversation beforehand. 

“You made it.” Travis pulls me in for a half hug. “Beast!” He squeezes my left bicep and I pat his muscular back. “Whatsup?” 

“Yeah, not much.” 

Dudes are like this. I had confidence that if I didn't bring it up, Travis wouldn't go out of his way to call me out on it. 

But it gnawed at me as we drank and watched the game. I kind of auto-piloted the cheering and comments while the same questions rotated in my head. 

How does he make his girlfriend cum every time? 

Is there something wrong with the way I fuck? 

What does he think about me now? 

I know that his tool isn't better than mine. That sounds gay as fuck, but let me explain. The man is a complete horndog and it's not uncommon for him to send me porn clips. Once, and I kid you not when I say we had just met, he sent me a porn clip of himself. He was sharing so much dirty material that we naturally jerked off to clips together a few times. So, I know for a fact that it's not size that I'm missing. 

So, what is it? 

“How are you and Lara?” I ask during a commercial break. 

“We good, man. I really can't complain,” Travis says. As I expected, he follows it up with an answer from his crotch. “She lets me tap it 4-5 times a week. So I'm a happy man.” 

“4-5 times?” I say in surprise. I’m not that surprised. I suppose the real emotion behind the tone is impressed. “Damn.” 

“How many times do you get it with Naomi?” he says with a sniff, cocking his head towards me. 

“Once or twice a week,” I say honestly. Lately, it's been more like one. 

Travis looks at me intently, and I urge him silently to move into the conversation that I want to get into. He cracks open another beer, and before he takes a gulp, he pauses for a moment. 

“You know, if you make her finish, then she'll want it a lot more.” 

“Well, yeah,” I say. “But how? I've tried everything. Sometimes she gets real close and I keep going… but…” I make a sputtering noise with my lips. “I'm not Ironman.” 

Travis holds up a finger as he chugs his beer and then belches loudly. 

“Gross, man.” I move out of his gas’ way. 

“The fucking is the last part of a woman’s orgasm, bro,” he says. “She should already be almost there when you stick it in her.” 

“I finger her a little before I do it,” I say defensively. “It's not like I just jam it in her.” 

“Slow down there, cowboy. I'm not saying nothing,” Travis says with a shrug. The game comes back on, and gives us a chance to ditch the conversation. 

But… I need to know more. 

“You mean foreplay then?” 

“Yeah, but to the extreme,” he says with his eyes on the screen. “GO! GO! GO! Ah, fuck,” he sighs in disappointment. “I like to start with a massage.” 

“Huh,” I say and think about what my usual routine is. It's usually a little bit of making out and then the clothes start coming off. “Like after you’re already all naked?” 

“You don't have to be excited about imagining me naked, dude. I'll show you my cock if you want,” Travis jokes. “Nah, I like it with some clothes on. Tension is everything, man.” 

I couldn't focus on the game at all, because I was so perplexed about what he was saying. I've done sports therapy massages before, and even those start with the shirt off. 

“Alright, come here.” Travis sits up straight on the couch, and his legs extend on the L part of the seating. He spreads his massive legs and pats the space between them. “I'll show you.” 

“Fuck you, man.” I shake my head. 

“My god, is your masculinity that fragile?” he says. “Like I said, the clothes stay on.” 

I thought about it for another couple of seconds, and then sighed. As much as I'm ashamed about it, I am trying to ask him for help. And maybe doing is better than just listening. 

I go over to where he motioned, and awkwardly position myself between his legs. As I scooch backwards, his frame surrounds me in a really intimate way. 

“What the fuck, man. Put that thing away,” I say as a distinctive squishy organ in his shorts pushes against me. 

“It is away, you bitch,” Travis says. His thumbs graze my back as they ascend towards my shoulder. “Alright, this is what I do. Nothing too hard. I want her to feel relaxed, not like she's at physiotherapy.” His fingers close softly around my shoulders. 

He rubs through my shirt softly, and I would almost not qualify it as a massage because there's very little pressure to it. 

It just kinda feels…soothing.

“Damn man, nice traps,” he says. His voice sends tingles to the back of my neck. “Oh yeah, they love it when you talk to them like this.” His voice concentrates by my right ear. 

“I can see that, yeah,” I admit.

“And a little sneaky grab makes them feel wanted.” His hands go over my shoulders and make a soft grab at my pecs. 

I was going to call him gay for doing that, but what happened next took the words out of my mouth. 

“Ah…” I moan softly as his lips, prickly with the stubble around them, kiss the nape of my neck gently. “Dude, what are you doing?”

“Showing you how it’s done. They love it when you hold their hips.” His hands go down my side and then grab my waistline firmly. “Gives them a teaser of what you're doing after.” 

I resist moaning as soft kisses land on the back of my neck. 

“At this point, you should both be in the mood,” Travis says in my ear. He wraps his arms around my chest, and pulls me back into him. “Dude, you're thick like a tree.” His chuckle blows hot air against my skin. “You get it now?” 

Fuck. I hold my natural sounds in as his hands go back down my body sensually, ending with both palms sliding on my thighs. 

“Dude, is that…” Something pushes up my lower back 

“Slow and tension is the key,” Travis says. “If I’m not turned on while I'm doing it, then it isn't working for either of us. No homo though.” 

Yeah… no homo… The pressure in my crotch is subdued by the position of my dick. 

“Should we keep going?” 

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Jesus, I didn't know so many of you would be fired up after reading my first story. All I said was that my friend Brad was doing No Nut November with my boyfriend and I, and to avoid any accidents during the road trip, we decided to room strategically. I mean, I slept in a room with Brad, and my boyfriend with Brad's girlfriend. That way, we limit temptations of giving in, yeah?

Then, Brad had a full on wet dream in the middle of the night. I never thought I'd see that in real life. But unless he's mastered the art of cumming handsfree...that's what it was. Whether or not that that puts him out of the running for No Nut November was not exactly my biggest concern, because the straight guy with wet underwear rolled over and cuddled me.

Me, a gay guy. What would your reaction be?

What came to mind are those warnings that come with the blue pill. 

If the erection lasts for more than 4 hours, go to the emergency room. 

That's only if it isn't a natural erection right? And since Brad started sleep-cuddling me at 3 AM and our alarm is going to go off at 6 AM, it's only been 3 hours. 

But that's how long I've been hard. There were too many factors that made it impossible to soften up. 

1. The ripped man on top of me
2. His cum-filled boxers, which seeped into my underwear, dried on my skin. 
3. The fact that I haven't cum in 26 days for no nut November.

 

It was torture, but for how desperate I was getting, it was also an euphoric sensation to be turned on like that. I felt my dick leaking like a faucet without being touched, each drop just pumping through my shaft every time I thought about how I witnessed Brad have a wet dream. 

He snored when he was on his back, but when he turned over to his side and inexplicably spooned me, his breathing was slow and settled. That made me leak too, because he’s exhaling right on my neck.

It also made it very obvious when Brad woke up. Nothing in his embrace changed, but the breathing went from deep to shallow and I just knew. When he lifted his body from mine, I felt freed and oddly cold at the same time. 

“Crap,” he grumbles, and the bed creaks as he sits up. The weight on the mattress changes more when he stands up and I roll over on my back to peek at what he's doing. 

My boner burns as I watch the gym rat take off his boxers and toss it carelessly on the carpet. His ass looks incredibly meaty as he saunters to the bathroom. 

Click. The door closes and I spring up from the bed.

Where is it? I turn on the lamp and scan the floor. It's literally littered with all his clothes but I can't find the one article I'm looking for. 

There. 

I pick up his boxers, which are at least 2 sizes up from what I wear and look inside them. 

His load wasn’t wet nor white anymore. A large stain covered the inside and pieces of the fabric were glued to each other.

And…

I hold it closer to my face and smell it. Like I said, it's been 26 days since my boyfriend and I have fucked. So, if I’m acting like I'm starved…it's because I am. 

“Mmm…” I inhale the strong jizz smell that is coupled with a musky sweaty odour. It just fills me with so much erotic energy that I do it again and again. 

Click. 

“Oh shit.” Brad pauses and covers his crotch with both hands. “I didn't know you were awake. What are you...what are you doing?” 

There is no good explanation why I'm on my knees with my nose in his underwear. 

There is no better explanation why I'm staring at his bush coming through his fingers. 

“Yo, I didn't lose the bet, man. Wet dreams don't count,” Brad says. Switching to using only one hand to cover up his groin, he rummages through his backpack with his free hand. 

He's uncut. 

My friend waves out a fresh pair of underwear and his full crotch is exposed as he uses both hands to stretch the waistband. 

Uncut. Hairy. Looks like it's thick. 

“Bet you and Leo have had a couple of those.” 

“Couple of what?” I ask in a daze. It's just so much information to process between the cummy smell of his underwear and the fact that I’m watching his cock swing. 

“Wet dreams,” Brad says while putting his underwear on. It's a pair of boxer briefs, which hug his tree trunk legs a lot tighter than the boxers I have in my hands. “Looks like you had one yourself.” 

“I…” I look down at the wet stain I have growing on my briefs. “No, this isn't cum.” 

“Bullshit,” he says. He comes closer and I stand up. Taking the dirty boxers from my hands, he chucks it under the hotel room table and looks down at my crotch. “Don't tell me you pissed yourself.” 

“It's pre…cum…” I swallow all the spit in my mouth. His pecs look, quite literally, mouth-wateringly good at this distance. 

“Bullshit,” Brad repeats. “Geez, you got a long one.” 

“Oh!” I look down at surprise at his fingers palpating the front of my underwear. 

“This is precum?” He makes a face as he touches his thumb to my tip, pulling a sticky string of clear goo out. 

“Yeah,” I say. 

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! 

I breathe a sigh of relief as Brad turns his attention to the alarm on his phone. A knock on the door follows, and we both turn our heads.

“It's Leo,” I say with a raspy throat. He’s always like this when we travel. He's going to make sure all of us are up at 6 AM, meaning that he's already fully dressed and ready to go at that time. 

Brad opens the door, and my boyfriend does indeed come in. My heart stops as I realize that he's coming in to me and his best friend in their underwear. 

“Sup, man? When were you going to tell me your boy gets wet like a bitch?” Brad grabs Leo's shoulder and shakes him. 

My boyfriend looks straight down at my crotch and then up at me with a quizzical look. 

“Uh oh,” Brad chuckles. “Looks like I caused gay drama. Listen, man, I didn't fuck him. That's not the hole that I like.” He pats Leo on the back and goes into the bathroom. “I’m going to shave, and I better not catch y’all doing the deed when I get back out here.” 

Click. 

“We didn't fuck,” I blurt out. 

“I didn't say that you did.” My boyfriend walks towards me. “Why are you so turned on though?” He pushes his crotch against mine and I feel his hardness through his pants.

“Oh…” I moan as he slips his hands down the back of my underwear and grabs my ass tightly. 

“What'd you do?” Leo growls in my ear, tickling me with his stubble. I love it when he's like this. Usually, it means I'm about to get a rough fucking, and I'm due for one.

“He had a wet dream.” I start to play with his pants, flirting with the idea that maybe Brad will come out to us mid-fuck.

“Brad?” Leo stops my hands by holding my wrists together with one hand. “That's what’s making you leak so much?” 

“Mmm!” I whine. His other hand claims my cock.

“This is really wet, Will.” Leo rubs the precum over the gland and I shove my face into his broad shoulder. “You want my best friend to fuck you?” 

“No…” I pant, thrusting into his fist for more. 

“What then?” 

I don't answer him with words, but I lift my head and look to my right at Brad’s jizzed-in boxers. 

“Ah. It has been a long time since you've been fed a good load.” Leo’s dark hair smells freshly washed.

“Yes, sir,” I look up at my boyfriend’s hazel eyes submissively. He reaches over and grabs the pair of boxers. “Can I have yours, please?” 

“No.” I watch Leo look for the cum stain in the boxers by moving it through his fingers. “Open your mouth.” 

“Yes, sir.” My mouth drops wide open when he uses my precum as lube on my cock. “MMMmmmMMM.” He stuffs the boxers in my mouth, placing the cum spot right on my tongue. “MMMmMm!”

“Dirty boy.” The dominant streak I love in him flashes in his eyes and he yanks my underwear down. 

“MMMMMMMM!” I salivate into the pair of underwear, making the stain wet again and activating the slimy texture. 

“Oh, man. What the fuck am I walking in on?” Brad says behind my boyfriend’s strong presence. 

“Hey, you said no fucking. This isn't fucking.” 

The two men stand side by side, and I look from one to the other with Brad’s underwear stuffing my mouth shut. 

“He was horny for your jizz, dude, so I have to teach a bitch a lesson, you know?” Leo says to his best friend. 

“Damn straight,” Brad says. 

Wanna hear what's next?

Everyone is over the age of 18

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This story starts a little rough, because I can’t even believe that we let Brad do the hotel room bookings for our road trip. Bless his heart, which is probably found under those mounds of muscles on his chest that he's so proud of, but the guy is as dumb as a sack of nails. 

We probably gave him that job because it would've been worse if he fucked up the car rental or the concert tickets. Yup, you guessed it. Brad got the dates wrong for our hotel booking. There I was, sweating through my shirt, trying to figure out with the front desk agent what we could do to not end up on the streets for the nights and I hear him rough-housing with his girlfriend behind me. I could’ve ripped his balls off.

It's a double date road trip. Brad and his girlfriend Samantha, and my boyfriend Leo and I. I had given Brad specific instructions to get two rooms with two queen size beds. I even double checked the text before I sent it.

Why? It's November and we were all partaking in the no-nut challenge as a bet. Even if the challenge itself is bullshit, I didn't hold my load for 25 days to lose to Brad. I swear I do love the guy, but if he does have a brain… it's probably in his cock. 

“Sorry, sir, looks like we only have two rooms with two king size beds.” 

And, it was more expensive. Of course.

“I'll room with you, buddy,” Brad says while putting his arm around me. I was already heating up from dealing with the booking, and Brad is a furnace. That's probably reason number 2 behind why he's always wearing muscle shirts, with number 1 being to show off the gains. The damp armpit on my neck did not cool me down. “And your man can room with Sam. Hey, you not faking being gay, are you?” He laughs obnoxiously loudly in my ear while talking to my boyfriend. 

“No promises,” Leo says. “When balls are full, all is fair game.” 

Our weird friend group works because my man, unfortunately or not, acts like a straight guy. I can confirm though, he is very much so gay. Because of his personality, he horses around well with Brad and it gives Samantha and I some space to have civil conversations. 

We decided to go with Brad’s plan, because it did seem like the best way to not lose no nut November. Honestly, at this point, I'm so horny that I would absolutely jump on Leo if we were alone. So, a king size bed in a hotel would not have worked.

After we figured out the booking, we split ways to set up our room. Samantha and Leo were on the 5th floor, and Brad and I were on the 7th floor.

“You sleep on the right or the left?” Brad asks, sitting down on the bed and taking off his socks. 

“I –” I sigh as I watch him sniff his socks and toss them haphazardly onto the carpet. “It doesn't matter.” 

“I like the right,” he says, scooching up to lay down on the bed. “This bed is massive.” 

“It is, yeah,” I say, hanging up my jacket in the closet. “Do you need the shower?” 

I sigh again as Brad lifts his beefy arms to smell himself. It looks like the answer is yes from the look on his face. 

“I've been reeking ever since holding my load,” he says, giving himself a few more whiffs for good measure. “Have you noticed that too?” 

“On Leo, yeah, a little.” I assumed it was because of increased testosterone or something. It is summer weather too, of course. 

“Well, since we're going to be cuddling,” Brad gets off the bed, “I'll rinse off quickly.” 

Another excuse to take off his shirt, I think to myself as he tosses the tank top in an illogical place, far from where his socks are. “You better keep that on when we sleep.” 

“Nah, we don't lock the guns up at night.” He flexes his big arms and pats me on the shoulder on his way to the shower. 

He took longer than I thought he would. Let's be honest, no one on Earth would believe that Brad had an intricate shower routine. Maybe I was just tired after being on the road all day, but I fell asleep before he came out. 

When I woke up next, all the lights were off and I heard Brad snoring loudly beside me. 

What time is it? The night table is on Brad’s side, so I lift my head to see past him. 

“You can't be serious,” I mutter to myself. The gym bro has an eye mask on? It looks like he's got earplugs in too. For what? Protecting himself from his own snoring? 

I leaned closer to his side of the bed, and read off the clock that it's 3 AM. I laid back down after that and deliberated if it was worth it to go shower or at least brush my teeth at this hour. We're supposed to be up at 6 AM to hit the road again, but I hate the feeling of being dirty in bed. 

“Mmm… mmmm…” Low grumbling from beside me cuts through my useless inner debate. “...yeah…” 

“Brad?” I ask. “You alright?” 

“MMm…yes…” 

“Brad?” I flip on the lamp on my side, expecting an exorcism moment with my friend. With his eye mask on, he doesn't move at all. 

At least, his arms and legs don't move. 

Remember how I said Brad is a furnace? He's constantly complaining about being too hot and has the permanent sweat stains to prove it. 

I'm finding out tonight that that means he doesn't sleep with a shirt on, nor with a blanket over him. Just boxers. 

“I'm gonna fuck you so hard…” His lips barely move but the words are clear. 

The twitching in his boxers is also clear. 

It's a constant movement, like his hard-on is alive and aiming to rub itself on the only thing it can touch. Each small movement triggers the next one, and it creates an endless chain of vibrations in his loose plaid underwear.

“Mmm…mmm…” His pecs contract so tightly that they look like rocks. “Yeah? Oh…oh…” 

“Oh wow,” I say. Again, Brad doesn't hear anything. His right arm raises above his head and reveals his damp armpit. The horniness from being pent up drives me to lean down and I take in a big inhale of his sweaty dark blond pit hair. 

Oh fuck, that's good. 

Obviously he did shower and put on deodorant, but the pure odour of man cuts right through any artificial smell. It's the kind of scent that makes me rock-hard right away. 

“Oh…oh…” Brad’s lower lip trembles and his abs solidifying draws my attention to his lower half. 

“Oh, shit!” I exclaim as his tent flexes, and then the tip of his underwear darkens. 

“Mmm…” my friend grumbles. His cock lifts the front of his underwear up and down. White goo seeps past the blue fabric, in the middle of the growing wet spot. “Mmm…mmm...”

And then, it was over. His boner did a couple more twitches, but then the snoring came back gradually. 

“Are you fucking with me?” I wave my hand over my friend’s face to see if he’ll react. “Brad???” 

Now the room smells like his exposed pit and his cum. 

I need to get fucked so bad. I lay back down and feel my cock throb demandingly in my underwear. In a couple hours, Brad's going to wake up and realize he had a wet dream, and we can put an end to this dumb bet. 

Then, I'm going to get Leo to drill me until I cum handsfree. He promised me he would. 

I turn off the lamp, turn to my side and shut my eyes, trying to ignore my cock’s pleas and redirect my thoughts somewhere else. 

I almost succeeded in falling asleep, and maybe that's why I didn't feel it happening until Brad was practically on me.

The engulfing heat of his arms wrapped around me and pulled me into his body. There, his chest radiated heat onto my back, and his massive biceps acted as a weighted blanket. 

“Brad?” I whisper as he breathes hot air onto my neck. “Oh…” I moan as the moistness of his soiled underwear seeps into mine, and I feel it make contact with my ass. Every gay cell in my body craves to do more with that cum. 

Fuck. 

Wanna hear what happens next?

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For the few of you that are following with what I've been writing, I'm determined to give you guys this last part haha. Just start from the beginning (it's not too long) and read it up till here. Even if you've already read it, it's probably best to edge from the start and blow at the end. Let me know if I've made you bust. You know that's my kink.

TLDR: My straight coworkers are taking every advantage of my mouth on a dead night. That's all hahaha.

“I ain't fucking no asshole,” Dante says, wiggling his big black cock into my throat. “Gonna smell like shit in there.” 

“Nah, man. Just extra tight,” Silas says beside him. 

“Are you still boned?” Dante says. “You nutted twice already, fucker.” 

“What I lack in size, I make up for in endurance,” our Latino coworker says. “Man, he made me bust good. I needed to cum in something.” 

“I ain't even nut once yet.” Another hard push down on my head signals to me that I need to try harder. I detach my jaw as much as humanly possible and angle my head to try to go straight down the shaft. “Oh fuck yes, bitch!” His hands grab my skull. 

My comfort has no place here. I hang onto his muscular calves as my head is bounced on his dong like a basketball. 

“Fuck yeah…mmm… that’s some good sloppy top.” 

I would tap out right now if he wasn't making those sounds. 

“Mmm!” Dante moans and I drool obscenely over his sausage. “MMm!! Yes, bitch! Suck my big cock, white boy!”

“MMM!” I whine. The way he grows harder is slow, but certain. Just like my own sizable meat, it takes effort to get completely hard. 

Can't give up.

Not now.

He's getting harder. 

“And I thought our buddy here was shy,” Dante says. 

“The shy ones are always the freaks. Is he doing good?” Silas asks. 

“Oh yeah. Most bitches would have given up by now.” 

“MMMM!” I slobber messily on his stiffening cock. The sweat from my forehead mixes with the tears from my eyes which flow into the river of drool down my chin. 

“He's not going to be able to do it. Fuck.” My meaty snack gets taken away from me and I look up at its master.

“Ah!” A heavy slap on my nose causes me to flinch. 

“Fuckkkk, look at this puta!” A smaller but harder cock pokes me in my slimy cheek. Then, the dominant anaconda rubs on my nose, taking up its territory. 

“Mmm…” I whine as I find the head in my mouth again. It's already softened from the lack of stimulation. The tip vibrates between my lips as he pumps the base. 

“So you going to fuck him?” 

“Probably just nut on his face. This already gay as fuck,” Dante says, and I suck on the precum that he injects directly into my mouth. 

“That's sad, man. I hate cumming on the outside.” 

“I don't got a choice.” The delicious tip is stripped from my mouth. I watch the dark pink head appear and disappear behind its black covering. 

“Fuck him. There's no way a tight ass won't make you cum,” Silas says. “Look at him smiling! He wants it.” 

“Yeah? Is that right?” Dante looks down at me and I see a stud that needs a satisfying release. 

“Yeah,” I say with a gulp, eyeing the massive tool in front of me.

I don't know if I can take all of that.

But if I die from it, I would've at least tried. 

I turn around on my sore knees and show my two straight coworkers my ass.

“Shaved and all.” Silas whistles. 

“Doesn't look half bad,” Dante admits. “Pass me my pants.” I keep my head down as I hear keys jingle. 

“You carry lube around with you?” 

“If you had a dick like this,” I shiver as the gigantic cock swipes my crack, “you would think about this shit too.” 

Thank god he has lube. 

There's no way otherwise. 

“Oh…” A cold and wet log rubs against my hole. 

“This going to be rough, man.” 

“Oh! OH! OHH!” His cock stretches me immediately to the maximum and I bite onto my sleeve to bear the discomfort. “MMM! MMM!” 

FUCK! 

“How is it?” Silas asks, sounding almost distant.

“Tight.” 

“Put it all the way in, man. You got half of it hanging out.” 

“He’s not going to be able to take all of this.” Dante pushes forward and a high pitch sound rings in my ears. 

“You never know until you try. You still good, Oli?” 

“Yeah.” The sound doesn't seem to leave my mouth. 

“Ohh…ohhH…OHHH… OHHHHHHH!” The scream pierces through my daze at the same time as I feel him penetrate me through inner holes I didn't know I had.

“Oh fuck…” Dante grunts, stabbing me in my guts.

And then I felt it.

Him fully hard.

Him fully inside me. 

“AhHhH…” 

“Shut up, man. You're too loud.” As soon as I feel Silas’s thighs get closer, I clammer to suck on his cock. “That's it, puta… yeah…” 

“MMMMmm…” I suck on his hard lollipop for comfort as my guts adjust to the huge dick inside me. “Mmmm…” 

“Damn fucker,” Dante mumbles, taking out the equivalent of an average size dick and giving me just enough room to breathe, and then pushes it back in. 

Oh…

He's huge…

He's fucking huge… 

Cold sweat drench my body as my body rings every alarm it has. 

It's too big. 

“Fucking tight hole…” 

It’s too big!!!

“Yeah, man?” Silas humps my mouth to remind me to suck. “Come on, puta. Get one more load out of me.” 

“Mmm…” I moan feebly around his cock as my insides are poked and prodded. I feel him so far up inside me I'm afraid of what my body will do. 

“Damn…” Dante pumps gently. “If you want me to nut, then I'm going to have to fuck. You okay with that, white boy?”

“Yuh…” I whimper weakly. 

“This asshole gonna be all ripped up. You sure about that?” 

“Yuh.” I lick the hard shaft in my mouth. “Ohh! Ohh!” The increasingly aggressive pumps jump from pain to pleasure to overstimulating and then to all 3 at once. “Oh! Oh!” 

“Fuck yes… tell me when you're going to bust, man.” 

“You going to nut again?” Dante grunts in rhythm of his thrusts, and any remaining tight areas I have left relent to his impossibly large cock. 

“I think so, yeah,” Silas moans. 

“MMMMmMm! MMMMmmm!” Dante's big black balls swing and touch mine at his deepest penetration. 

Our nuts touching triggers something in both of us, I know we both feel the change. He hardens to steel inside me and his movements become more animalistic. It unleashes the hungry bottom in me and I feel the desperate natural instinct to take his seed from him. 

Thwack! 

Thwack! 

Thwack! 

“Oh yeah… fuckers, Imma nut…oh…” 

Thwack! 

“AhHhhH!” I moan around Silas’ crotch. 

“Imma nut!” 

Thwack! 

“MMMM!” I close my mouth around the hard cock in my mouth and scream. “MMMM!”

“Yeah, fucker!” 

Thwack! 

“FUCK!”

Thwack! 

“AhhhMNmmMm…” A strangled noise escapes my filled mouth as the biggest dick I've taken sinks in balls deep. I can't feel it but I know he's spurting cum right into my intestines. 

“I need to cum too.” Silas pulls himself out of my mouth. 

“AhHHHHH!” I moan as I get unplugged from Dante’s beastly cock. It feels like it goes on forever as it slides out. “Oh!” Silas sticks himself in me. “Oh!”

“Fuck… fucking hotdog in a hallway here,” Silas grunts, fucking me in different angles, like he's trying to find one where he can feel something. “Squeeze, man.” 

I can't.

I try, but I can't. 

Silas manually holds my asscheeks together, and my tender hole wraps his hard dick more snugly. 

“Ok… fuck… you want another one, puta?” 

“Yeah!” I moan. Despite his small size, his curve is actually hitting my prostate. “Give it to me!” 

“Yeah! I'm going to cum in your ass! Yeah!” An energetic rhythm ensues in between us, and I join in by jerking off at the same time. “Yeah! Yeah! YEAH!” He jabs into my prostate roughly as he climaxes, and that gets me off too. 

“Oh!” 

“Oh fuck, what the fuck is that?” Silas yanks his cock out while I'm cumming, and my loose hole pulses liquid out. “Nasty.” 

“Uh…uh…uh…” I jerk myself off pathetically as my two coworkers watch their cum leak out of my destroyed hole. The orgasm makes it impossible to keep my hole clenched, and the liquid flows out in me each time my hole contracts. 

Bang bang bang! 

“YO, WE’RE HUNGRY!!!” A man shouts distantly. 

“Fuck, the concert is over,” Dante says. The two of them find their pants, and I turn around with my ass twinging with pain. 

“The cashier ain't gonna work itself, Oli.” Silas throws me my pair of pants. “DAMN! I feel like a new man!” He slaps me on my shoulder. “Triple load.” 

As soon as I bent down, the rest of my coworkers’ fluids went down my leg. 

“Fuck, my shirt,” Dante says as he zips up his pants. “It's out front. Go get it for me.” 

“Yeah. Okay,” I say breathlessly as I pull my underwear onto my damp mess. 

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Just going from the last story so I apologize the pure smut you're about to read. If you can't be bothered to read from the beginning, here's the short version: 3 guys working minimum wage flipping burgers + a dead night + a flask of vodka.

I'm closeted but Dante and Silas squeezed the truth out of me. They also pantsed me, because they wanted to know if the tall skinny white boy with a big cock stereotype is true. It is...with me, at least. We got to comparing sizes and I got too excited.

Splat splat.

I wasn't the only one. Silas blew a load too, and he's supposed to be straight and in love with his girlfriend.

“Are you...?” I start as Dante walks away from us, holding his white shirt to avoid the mess I made on him.

Where the fuck are my pants? 

“You got a goddamn super-soaker, man.” Silas makes a grab for my junk again and I swat his hand away. 

I just jizzed on my coworker. 

“He's fine. It's cum. It's not going to burn a hole in his skin.” 

“I don't know about that.” I stare at the back door of the fast food restaurant where we work. “You think he's going to come back?” 

“He did say he was going to make you pay.” Silas shrugs. “Maybe he’s making you a burger right now. Special sauce!” He laughs loudly at his own joke, and I continue to look nervously at the door. “Where's he going to go without his pants?” Silas points at the clothes on the ground. 

“Where are my pants?” I ask as I look around. 

My coworker shrugs with a sly smirk and sits down on Dante’s pants. When he leans back on his palms, his cock swings upwards.

Still hard. 

Like, really hard. Not like he just shot a bunch of cum a couple feet into the air. The defined curve is still intact. 

“You soft is bigger than me hard,” Silas says while giving himself a couple strokes. “Is Dante talking shit? Women like that or is it too big?” 

“Um…” I don't have sex with women. 

“There's gotta be a size where it's too big. I mean, Dante was just saying he never gets enough go-time to finish. Same with you? You fucking came fast though. You got a long distance girl too?” 

“Uh… yeah,” I say. “Same thing.” 

I wasn't even convinced with the way I said it. 

“You really a virgin?” Silas probes. “No, you don't act like one.” I watch the calculations run behind his eyes. “Oh shit! You're a homo.” 

My heart literally stops as he reads the situation perfectly. 

“Yeah? That makes so much sense! Dude, I thought you were fucking weird. But you just like cock!” he says. “Wait. Rate mine.” Silas wiggles his hips, and his cock waves flirtatiously. 

“Um... I …” 

The clunky backdoor opens and I catch a glimpse of Dante’s glossy dark skin before I snap my head away. 

He's naked.

And… wet? 

“Don't say a fucking word, you cocksuckers.” His voice approaches. “Motherfucking paper towel here is a joke. Dries nothing.” 

“You can use Oli’s pants.” Silas points to a dark area to the left of where the building’s back lights illuminate. 

Fucker. 

Dante picks up my pants and dries his lower half with it, first patting down his legs and then focusing on the crotch. 

“This is for nuttin’ on me.” The black man flosses my pants in between his legs, and then chucks them back into the dark. 

“Fair enough,” I sigh and head to grab them. 

“Hey.” Dante’s hand on my chest stops me, and I worry that he can feel how hard my heart is pounding. “Fuck that. If I have to be naked, then you too.” 

“Where's your shirt?” Silas says from the ground.

“Got wet when I was hosing myself down of your weak ass batter, bitch!” Dante says to him, hand still on my chest. “Do you have your bare ass on my pants?” 

“Uh huh.” Silas says with a smirk. “Hey this bare ass don't belong on the hard concrete.” He turns to flash us and in disgust, Dante pushes me away. “You know Oli sucks dick?” 

“Really?” Dante asks, staring right at me, and I feel my face burning. 

“Yeah, maybe he can suck you off and then it'll be even,” Silas says. 

“I ain't a homo,” Dante says. “Get off my pants.” 

“Hey.” Silas stands up. “It's not homo. Used to have this gay guy suck me off all the time back home. It’s only homo if you do the sucking.” 

Both pairs of eyes scan me, and I suddenly feel like a piece of meat at the market. 

“He's getting hard again.” 

“Ah!” Silas’ fist closes around my shaft. 

“Looks like you're the one who loves dicks. You keep touching them,” Dante says. “And you're still boned, fucker.” 

“Long distance relationship.” Silas shrugs. “I got months backed up. You wanna suck my dick, Oli?” He grabs my wrist, and leads it to his crotch. 

Oh fuck, it doesn’t just look rock hard, it feels like it too. 

“Ain't cheating if it's with a man. Grab it like you mean it, man. Oh…” Silas moans. 

“Fucking gay shit right here,” Dante says. In the corner of my eye, I see him touch his large schlong. 

“If you're anything like my gay friend back home, you gonna know how to give a mean blowjob,” Silas says to me. “Go on. Give it a little taste.” 

His eyes captivate me, and I can only see Dante observing us from my periphery vision. 

“Go on,” Silas repeats. His eyes get further away from mine as I sink to my knees. “Nice and easy.” My eyes stay glued to his as his salty manhood touches my lips. 

His lower lip trembles. 

“OHHhh…” His hard shape penetrates my mouth. It's as hard as a popsicle, albeit with a strong curve. “Oh yeah…” 

“Oh shit, he really is a cocksucker,” Dante says above me.

“I know one when I see one. The balls, dude.” He spreads his legs wider as I cup his tight nuts, and I feel the minuscule movements of his meat throbbing against my tongue. “You're going to want to try this, man.” 

“Nah, I don't like blowjobs.” 

“What?” Silas humps my mouth as he talks. “What's there to not like about a blowjob?” 

“GuhhHHh!” He’s not big, but certain angles still get him pretty deep. 

“Waste of my time. I can barely cum in a pussy. Blowjobs are long and boring.” 

“Yeah, chicks are shitty at blowjobs, to be honest. They don't want to do it. But look at our guy Oli here.” 

I knew that was my time to put on a show. I swirled my head in a frenzy, twisting up his hard shaft and spiralling back down with as much spit I could generate. 

“Oh fuck…yes…” 

“Damn, fucker,” Dante says with a tone of being impressed. 

“You wanna try?” 

“Yeah.” 

I pop off Silas' dick and turn around, messily knocking my face into Dante’s big piece of meat until I get it into my mouth. 

“MMMM…” I moan as the much thicker piece of man slides in between my lips. 

It's… so much more satisfying. 

I can't swirl all the way down like I can with Silas. 

About half way, his large tip bumps against the back of my throat. I add my left hand to help, simulating what it should feel like to have it all in my mouth. 

“Fuck…” Dante says. “Damn.” 

“Yeah?” I feel Silas’s wet cock tip on my ear. “I swear, the gays get so fucking hungry around cock.” 

“Guh!” I choke myself on the big black dick. “Guh! Guh!” 

Silas is right. 

I love cock.

Big. Hard. Cock. 

While keeping the same rhythm going on Dante, I feel around Silas’s leg until I find his smaller cock. I stroke it rapidly as I get my fill on the bigger man’s dick. 

“He's not bad…” Dante groans, and I feel even more drive to impress him. “Oh!” I shove his cock down my throat. It's nowhere near the point of taking him fully, but it might be the most he's ever felt. 

I would know. We have the same size cock. 

“Fuck… can I get some again?” 

I think about switching back to Silas, but my brain tells me to keep sucking the magnificent giant dick in my mouth. 

“Oh yes…” Dante grabs my head and follows my efforts to take his snake. “Mmm…mmm…mmm…”

“Come on, man. Share. I want to bust soon.” Silas’ steel-hard cock twitches in my hand. 

Not yet. 

I bob with determination on the cock that makes my jaw hurt. 

“Come on…” Silas starts to squirm out of my grip. 

Not yet. 

I spiral on the big black cock again, adding a rougher twist at the deepest I can go. 

“Oh fuck, I'm cumming,” Silas gasps.

“Not on me, bitch!” Dante says.

“Ah!”

I quickly switch cocks, and as soon as Silas enters my mouth, he explodes. 

“AhHHh!” 

“MMM!” Rapid jets of cum shoot into the back of my throat, making me gag. “GUhH!” 

“Fuck. Fuck! AhhHh!” He shoves his dick deep in my mouth, and my nose is prickled by his freshly shaved pubes. “Ah.. yes…fuck…swallow it…swallow it…” 

As soon as I feel like he's done, I go back to sucking Dante’s cock. It has obviously softened without my continued efforts, but my drive to have him nut in my mouth gives me the will to try again. 

“I'm not going to cum like this,” Dante says. “I never cum from a blowjob.” 

“He's got more than one hole,” Silas says breathlessly. 

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This is a continuation of a story from earlier on the week so check it out first. TLDR: My coworkers, Silas and Dante, and I were working a dead shift together at the fast food joint here. Apparently Silas has been taking sips from his flask every shift to make the time go by faster, and this time he shared with us.

I don't know why straight guys are always talking about cock, especially when they've had something to drink. You'd think that it's a topic reserved for homosexuals but these two guys were relentless about it.

Another thing about straight guys: they love to pants people? I'm sure most of you in this sub has experienced it at least once. Anyway, there we are. I got pantsed by them fools.

This kind of stuff is a fantasy-nightmare for someone still in the closet. Getting pantsed by two straight co-workers and having them stare at my junk? 

Nightmare.

Them being impressed by the size of it? 

Fantasy. 

Which just makes it get bigger, although my cock doesn’t get past around 30 percent. It won’t without something more physical.

“Hey, yo Oli, don't put that anaconda away yet,” Silas says, holding onto the waistband of my uniform around my ankles as I tugged on it feebly. “We need to see if you've got a bigger one than Dante.” 

“Fuck you, you just want to see a black cock. I'll fuck your girlfriend if you want to see it,” Dante says and flips Silas the middle finger. They laugh like it's some sort of inside joke, and I cover my crotch with one hand while pulling on my pants again. 

“You're scared the skinny white boy is going to show you up, aren't you?” Silas says. Dante scoffs and looks directly at my junk through my fingers. 

“He might give me a run for my money,” the black man says. 

“Let's find out then.”  

“Is this really necessary?” I ask with a nervous giggle. “We should probably check if there’s any customers waiting outside.”

“Oh yeah, the community needs to know.” Silas snickers. His actions are smooth, and he takes off my shoes while cracking jokes, which makes the whole process go by in a flash. 

The next thing I knew, I had nothing left on my bottom half. 

“Fuck, you got the waist of a skinny bitch,” he says, pulling on the waistband. “Alright, Oli. Is that you fully erect?” I shake my head. “No?! Damn gifted fucker. Okay, get to it so it's fair.” 

“But…” I look to Dante, who looks amused at my pale chicken legs. 

“Dante, pants off man. Snap snap.” Silas throws my pants to Dante, and I miss the chance to snatch them out of mid-air. Dante pretends to check out the label of my pants, and then his middle finger comes soaring complete with the comedic face. “Fine, I'll play first. Jesus Christ, if I had a big schlong like you guys I'd be whipping it around!” Our Latino coworker stands up and gyrates his hips. “Do the helicopter you know?” His hips rotates smoothly, demonstrating the ease he has with flexibility and rhythm. 

Dante whistles so loudly and it makes the hair on my bare legs stand up. 

“Wait, he's no good soft.” Silas walks towards the back door of the fast food joint and we hear his zipper come down. 

“Damn! Biggest concert this shit hole town has seen and a full moon?” Dante hollers. “Historic!” 

I look shyly over my shoulder, and Silas’ tan ass hangs over his lowered jeans. His right arm goes back and forth in an unmistakable rhythm to any man. 

“This fucking guy,” Dante says to me as we watch Silas jerk off against the wall. 

“Alright! I present to you… he don’t have a name.” Silas gets a couple last pumps in and then turns around in a dramatic reveal. 

“Oh wow,” I whisper under my breath. He's not the biggest, but damn it's hard. It juts out, with a strong banana curve upwards. 

“Not bad, huh, fellas?” Silas jerks his uncut cock as he comes back where we are. “Damn it looks like a fucking peanut next to Oli’s.” 

My coworker stroking so openly draws more of the excitement into my cock, and my hand can no longer hide my big dick. I grip it properly in my hand, and start pumping it in my fist. 

It's bigger than Silas’ in every way.. 

I'm longer. 

I'm thicker. 

I'm veinier. 

“Whip it out, man,” Silas says to Dante. 

“You fuckers gay as fuck,” Dante says with a laugh. “I ain't even hard.” He rolls up his tight white shirt at the bottom, and his loose pants come down easily. 

Even in his boxers, I can see that the stereotype is true with him. Silas whistles at the sight of the flaccid long cock swinging in the front while Dante pulls his pants off his feet. 

“Alright, moment of truth.” 

“Nah, man. I'm not hard.” Dante reaches in his boxers, revealing his heavy dark bush for a millisecond and the tip of his dick is revealed through the print on the fabric. 

“Well, get to it then.” Silas lets go of his much smaller dick, but it stands proudly in the air. Mine in comparison, just can't maintain that kind of stiffness because of the size of it. 

Not without something more anyway.

“Show me your girlfriend’s tits and I might be able to get it up. Oh come on, you know you wanna share, you fucker. Got a whole damn folder for it, I'm sure.” 

Silas smirks, and then he pulls out his phone. 

“You have 30 seconds.” He hands it to Dante. 

“Fuck yeah, now those some titties!!!” Dante licks his lips, and my eyes go straight down to his hand in his boxers. “I’d get her to squeeze them tight and fuck em.” 

“Time’s up.” Silas waves his hand. Our coworker lingers on the photo for another second before handing it back. 

“Well, it did the trick,” Dante says as he pulls off his boxers. More than half of his big black cock is still exposed despite his large hand covering the base. 

“Jesus Christ, you two. Don't y’all get light headed?” Silas gawks at our manhoods. “Let's stand up.” 

“Fucker, you getting gayer by the second!” Dante chuckles but stands up. I stand up too, and we form a triangle with our shoulders touching. 

“Fuck!” Silas’ rock hard cock arches beautifully in the open air. “You guys have the same dick. Same curve and all.” 

“If you go full homo, tell your chick she can come find me,” Dante says. His muscular arm rubs against mine as he strokes lightly. Whenever his tip reveals itself, I'm a little surprised at how pink it is. I mean, I'm more pink, it's not a competition. But it's really lightly coloured for how dark his shaft is. 

“This ain't homo,” Silas says. “Wait, can I hold it?” 

Dante and I share a look and we all laugh. Our heaving shoulders rub against one another as we take in how ridiculous the situation is. 

“I'm just curious! I’ve never seen dicks so big.” 

“Yeah, man, whatever. Get your fill,” Dante says. 

“Oh!” I gasp. I was so focused on watching Silas’ hand close around Dante's cock, I didn't see his other approach mine. He grips my shaft tightly, like he's testing how hard it is. 

“Jesus,” Silas murmurs. “Can't even close my fingers around them. You fucking beasts.” 

“Naturally gifted.” Dante extends a hand to me in proud comradery and I take it. 

“You two feel the same too. No relation here?” He unsheathes both our cock at the same time, and it is kind of like seeing a mirror image, although the colour is wildly different. 

“You're having way too much fun with this,” Dante says. “If you're going to beat my meat for me, at least make an effort.” He looks like he's about to take his dick back, but then his hand falls back to his side. 

“And… they kiss and live happily ever after!” Silas chuckles and makes our tips press into each other. 

Oh fuck…

“Gross, I felt that, Oli.” Silas grimaces.

“What?” Dante asks.

“It throbbed.” He pulls our tips away and a thin string of translucent glue connects it. “Oh, that's why. You horned up, dude?”  

Deny it.

It's not the right moment. 

“I…” 

“Fucker, you beating us off and then you ask if we're turned on?” Dante saves my ass. “You'd be doing the same thing.” His long arm enters the small space between the 3 of us, and his big hand takes a hold of Silas’ smaller hard cock. 

“Oh…” Silas puffs out his cheeks. “Dude…” 

“Yeah, you're throbbing too, fucker.” 

“Hey, I told you. I'm in a long distance relationship!” Silas’ pumps on our cocks become erratic. They're no longer even on both sides. Since Dante is in his dominant hand, it's going a lot faster. 

“You rock-fucking hard, fucker,” Dante says, pushing down on Silas’ natural curve and watching it bounce back up. “Geez!” He does it again. 

“You keep doing that and you're about to get rained on.” 

“No fucking way.” Dante does it again. 

But I could tell Silas was telling the truth. There was a tell in his face that happens to all men when they can't hold their nut back. A little bit of tension in their jaw and eyes that don't want to look anywhere but don't want to close either. 

“Fuck… fuck!” On another bounce back up, white fluid dribbles out of his steel stiff cock. 

“What the fuck, man!” Dante says in disbelief.

“Stroke my dick, asshole!” 

Of course, Dante doesn't, and Silas immediately lets go of the black cock in his hand to jerk himself off. 

“Oh!” A shot of cum does a perfect arch as it flies between Dante and I. “Oh!” Another one! “Oh!” Another one!

“What the fuck!” Dante says in both amazement and amusement. 

Oh fuck… While Silas had let go of Dante's dick, his hand is still stroking mine. 

“Oh…” I try to hold back, and then I grab Silas’ arm. It catches his attention, and he looks me in the eye. 

It's too late. 

“Ah!” I spurt forward, accidentally getting cum on Dante’s pubes.

“What the fuck!” Dante repeats, now turning his attention on me. 

“This is how you get your buddy off.” Silas tightens his grip and pumps me. 

“Oh! Oh!” My body squirms at the rough sensations. He's jerking way too fast, but it does succeed in making me squirt quickly. “Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!” I grab his wrist to make him slow down and he squeezes dribbles of cum out of me.

“What. The. Fuck.” Dante steps back from our triangle. He has my cum all stuck in his dense dark pubes and on top of his dick. 

“I'm … sorry…” I stammer 

“Oh you about to pay for this, white boy. Don't worry.” 

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If we were to be honest, fast food joints are usually run by college-age people and maybe with an older manager. I say college-age because none of my coworkers are actually in college. If we were, we probably wouldn’t be here.

I would like to be studying instead, but I needed to help out at home and apparently making minimum wage flipping burgers is too much money to qualify for student financial aid. So, fuck me but I'm rich in burgers and poor in education. My only option is to keep working while saving up enough to quit. 

We do shifts at work, and a lot of new hires come and go, so it's not really worth trying to be friends with them. The two other guys that have been stable in the kitchen are Silas and Dante. Silas has been here longer than I have, and Dante was hired around the same time I was. 

Like I said, we don't always work the same shift, but this particular night we were. There was some concert happening, so everyone else took the night off to go. I didn't ask, but I imagined Silas and Dante took the shift for the same reasons as I did. 1) Needed the money. 2)Thought it was going to be an easy shift if everyone in town was at the concert. 

“We doing fuck all tonight,” Dante says, hanging up his apron as soon as the manager leaves. 

“You didn't come to work at all, man. Nobody comes to put a burger together in a white shirt,” Silas says with a laugh. He takes the ugly hat we’re supposed to wear and shakes out his dark locks. 

“Gotta show off the gains.” Dante flexes in the metallic refrigerator’s reflection. His black skin, in contrast to the white, hides none of the creases of the shirt hugging his arms. “I'm sick of that fuckass uniform. All my clothes smell like grease.” 

I agreed with Dante, but I knew that Silas was already aware of that. I can always tell when Silas was on the schedule because I can smell his cologne in the kitchen before I see him. When we do get off work together, he gives himself a couple of spritz before he leaves. He says it's the Latino in him. 

“If there's time to stand, there's time to clean.” That's the motto that our manager tries to drill in us all the time. To keep my hands busy, I half-heartedly sweep the floors while the two other guys sat in the customer seating. 

“Are you serious, man?” Dante puts his feet up on the table. “Oli, fuck this shit man, they pay us peanuts.” 

“I know,” I say. “I'm just not good at sitting still.” 

“Yeah, but you stressing me out,” Dante says and grabs the broom as I walk past. “You know what? Silas, cough up the goodies. We'll pay you back, you cheap ass fucker.” 

With my hand still on the broom, I watch Silas pull out a silver flask from his pocket. 

“Lock the doors, Oli.” I stumble back as Dante releases the broom and reaches for the flask. He unscrews the top and takes a whiff of its contents. “That's what I'm talking about!” 

I locked the front door, and then the three of us went to the back door, where we usually took our break. 

“Oh fuck.” Dante coughs after a small swig. “You Mexicans are wild.” 

“I'm from Colombia, asswipe,” Silas says as he takes the flask back and hands it to me. With the two pairs of eyes on me, I take a small sip. “And that's not how we do it in Colombia.” I tilt my head back and swallow more of what I think is straight vodka. “There we go!” A hand patting my chest in this position makes me cough some of it back up.

The embers in my chest grow as Silas drinks from the flask without problem. 

“You been buzzed every shift?” Dante asks from my right side. 

“Helps me forget that I'm in hell,” Silas says from my other side. “Makes dealing with the bitch customers easier too.”

“Some of them mad cute though.” Dante reaches over me for another drink. “I like em a little crazy.” 

“Nah, fuck that shit. I got my woman.” Silas reaches into his tight pants and pulls out his wallet. Whipping it open like it's a police badge, he flaunts the photo of his girlfriend to us. 

“DAMN PLAYA!” Dante nearly chokes again, reaching over me once again to hold the wallet in place. “She a baddie!” 

“Oh yeah,” my Latino coworker says. “She’s my heart.” 

“Gotta get through those puppies to get to her heart.” Dante holds two hands up his chest. “Damn. You're lucky you get to bang that every night.” 

“Nah, she's still in Colombia. Once I save up enough for a place for the two of us, she'll move over.” 

“The fuck?” Dante says. “When was the last time you saw her?” 

“A couple months ago. She's visiting in a couple of weeks though. That's why I asked Oli to take my shifts.” Silas knocks me on the shoulder and offers me the flask again. This time, it doesn't burn on the way down, but it stokes the warm flames inside me.

“Oh, it's going to get right down to the nasty then,” our black coworker chuckles. “Well, you gonna last 30 seconds flat.” 

“Hey motherfucker, we keep the respect around here, alright?” 

Dante holds his palms towards Silas. “No disrespect, man, I'm just saying if you haven't fucked in months, it's going to be fast.” 

“Whatever, man. I always cum fast the first time. Ain't no rule in the book saying that's the ending. I eat her out beforehand and make sure she finishes before I get mine.” 

“My man.” Dante shows his respect with a dap in front of me again, and I'm compelled to do the same thing. 

Ah fuck… that's not… okay. Silas looks at me funny as our fingers awkwardly intertwine for a second. 

“You finish on those big tits?” 

“Nah, always inside,” Silas says. “Fill her up good before she gets back on the plane, you know what I mean? Maybe have a little Silas by the time she comes back again.” 

“Let me see her again.” Dante whistles when Silas opens his wallet again. “Must be hell of a dick to make a woman like that stay.” 

“Small but mighty,” Silas says. “She love her some of that curve.” He humps upwards and his hips move in a way that's pretty convincing. “By the third load, I would've made her finish at least once.” 

“Three?! Fuck!” Dante shouts in my ear. “Shit, I don't even nut most of the time. Them bitches all say they want a big black cock until it's inside them.” 

“Blame your ancestors.” 

Dante shakes his fist jokingly at the sky, and then suddenly the two pairs of eyes land on me again. It feels just as hot as the vodka is bubbling inside me. 

“You've gotten your dick wet, right, Oli?” Dante asks.

“Oh, for sure. Skinny white guys like him always got a horse cock,” Silas says. “Probably bigger than yours.” 

“Um,” I say. 

Yeah I've had sex…

…but not with women. 

They wouldn't understand. 

“Man probably has bitches lining up to take his big pink sausage!” Silas jokes. 

“I'm telling you, women don't like a big one as much as you think they do,” Dante says, and his muscular arm wraps around my shoulder. “Isn't that right? How big is it? You got some black in you?”  

“Uh…it’s decent,” I start sweating. “I need to go piss.” 

I stood up, and I saw the lightning quick eye contact between Dante and Silas. I know that look because I've done pranks like this with my friends too. I just couldn't react fast enough. 

With two pairs of hands on either side of my uniform, my pants and underwear came down at a shocking speed. The cool breeze blew at my private area as if to add insult to injury. 

“HOLY FUCK!” Silas exclaims loudly. “DAMN!” 

“Damn,” Dante says approvingly, looking up at me with a nod of respect. 

“Skinny white boys, I'm telling ya. Jesus Christ. Is that hard or soft?” 

If you keep getting closer, you're about to find out. The natural response of blood flowing into my exposed junk makes it twitch and both my coworkers explode in cheers. 

“It looks like mine,” Dante says. “Like a raw pink version of it.” 

“Man, if Oli here has a bigger cock than you, that would be fucking wild.” 

It would be wild. Dante is a whole head taller than I am, and has more muscle mass in one arm than I do in my whole body. 

“Let's find out.”

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Connor hates me cause I'm the rookie and I'm the Coach's favourite.

He had his chance to be top dog, but apparently he blew it with Coach by not following his orders all the way through.

Coach's program is simple really. All you have to do is stop nutting. He says it makes you a better player and I honestly believe him. It also makes you super horny and Coach starts to push your buttons inside and out...literally. He had put an vibrating buttplug inside me before practice to help me build up more cum. It all sounds fucked up, I know, but Connor did it too apparently. Until he didn't.

Now he hates me for it. And we've just gotten into a full on brawl in the middle of practice, so we're both about to get an asswhooping from Coach. I learned something about my body too. Vibrator + holding my load in + a fist fight = I'll cream myself without touching.

Alright, if you've made it this far, you're just as fucked up as I am. Start from very beginning to see how we even got here, but otherwise.... enjoy.

“Bitch ass.” Connor gave me another shove as we walked over to the bleachers. 

I had to put on a tough face, but the truth is, my knees weren't cooperating with me. Being tackled by a guy as big as Connor is rough as it sounds, and I had a secondary problem. 

Secondary and tertiary problem… 

The ass thing Coach put inside me is slipping out, and it's making me walk like a duck. It's still buzzing too, which is just making its exit out of my hole smoother. I can’t risk just pushing it back in in front of all the guys. Not when they're all already staring at me for openly brawling it out with the quarterback. 

I can’t fucking believe I just jizzed in my pants. What kind of joke is this?

Cumming has always made my legs weak too. I remember one of the first times I did in the shower, my knees wobbled so much I thought I might fall. 

Taking that in consideration, Coach might actually have a point with the semen retention thing. Maybe it does make us weak.

Connor and I sat there on the bleachers, baking under the sun, as Coach finished his training session and sent the team off to the showers. 

He kind of just left us sitting there for a long time. So long, that the jizz in my underwear didn't feel so wet anymore. For all the times I've cursed having to wear a cup, this was one of the days I was grateful for it. Sitting gave me a chance to push the butt toy back in discreetly too, so those were my two pluses for my nightmare of a day. 

“Man, I'm leaving.” Connor shakes his sweat-drenched blond hair out. 

“He's going to come back,” I say. 

“Yeah, for his toy of the week,” he snarls. 

“You know what? Go. Get kicked off the team. I don't care.” 

That made Connor stay, and we just sat there again. Eventually, Coach did come back for us, and he motioned us sternly to hit the showers. We walked there together in tense silence, and Connor entered the locker room first. 

“Coach,” I whisper to him while the door is briefly closed in front of us, and he shakes his head at me. He walks ahead of me.

“Shower. Both of you. Now.” 

Connor kicks off his shoes roughly, and basically throws a tantrum as he tears off his clothes. Without looking back at us, he heads into the shower area. I take more time to organize my stuff, and make sure Connor isn't coming back to get something before I take off the lower half. 

“Turn around,” Coach Paul says as I lower my underwear. I tighten up as I feel the toy move inside me. “Breathe in.”

Is this going to hurt? 

“Breathe out.” At my exhale, he yanks the toy out of me, leaving me feeling stretched wide. “Wait. Show me your underwear.” 

“It was an accident, Coach,” I say with a pleading tone. “I didn't mean to, but when I tried to get out of his hold… it just…it just happened…”

He doesn't respond except by holding his palm out. I take my underwear off and put it in his hand. He unfolds it and inspects the inside, which I'm sure is caked with dried cum. 

“Dissapointing. We've lost a lot of ground.” 

“I'm sorry, Coach.” Shame burns my ears as I stand naked in front of my mentor. I watch him spit into my briefs, and rub it in with his finger. 

“It’s a little late now, but it's better than nothing.” Coach spits again and then hands my briefs back to me. The combination smell of his spit and my cum is not so unusual. However, it looks… not really like my cum anymore. “Eat. Do it now before it dries again.” I take in a big breath and dive into my sweaty briefs, sucking up what he rehydrated. 

It tasted a lot more like saliva than anything else. But as I kept going, a stale nutty taste rose to the forefront, and it became encouraging for me to dig my tongue into the musky underwear. My body relaxed, like it got a dose of what it was missing. 

“Go. Shower.” 

Connor was pretty much done by the time I got in there, but Coach stopped him from leaving to talk to both of us. 

“We're going to settle this. I'm not having this frat boy shit anymore on my team. Sauna at the rec centre. We're going to talk it out like men.” 

The whole walk there was awkward as fuck. No one wanted to talk to each other, so we just lumbered there silently. Coach had a chat with the front desk person, then he handed us white towels. We got changed and got into the sauna. 

Suffocatingly hot, is how I would describe it. I don't know why people like this. Especially right after a shower, it feels unnatural.

Coach sits on the wooden step, and Connor and I sit on both sides of him. 

“So let's get everything out and open in the air,” he says calmly, brushing his long hair back. His lightly hairy chest matches his arms. “You start, Connor.” 

“I ain't giving up quarterback,” the blond man says. He truly has an incredible physique, being wider and bigger than Coach even at 20 years old. “And no way in hell I'm not letting this skinny prick get it.” 

“That’s not your call. But I'm not going to take it away from you unless I need to,” Coach states. “You're just as insecure as ever. I told you you had to work on that. Shame you didn't stay with my program. You would've been over that a long time ago. Reid has made incredible progress in just the last two weeks.”  He touches my knee just under the towel. 

“Coach! He's a rookie!” 

“A rookie, yes. But a trainable one.” Coach Paul stands and pours water over the rocks, creating a crackling steam as background noise. Then, he walks back to the bench, and sits behind me, placing me in the way of Connor's death glare. 

“He'd get squashed on the first game. You’ve seen Colorado's line up this year?” 

“Maybe. Maybe not. He's put on mass since he started retaining.” Taps on my shoulders cue me to lift my arms, and Coach squeezes the muscle groups one at a time in parallel motion. 

“Bullshit. I don't hold my load and I'm twice as big as he is.” Connor stands up, and flexes his imposing stature. Coach's hands guide me to stand up, and I do feel small compared to my rival's broad shoulders. 

“You don't hold your load because you're weak. You're big, but you have no core to you.” Reaching around from behind, Coach’s hands pat my abs. “Reid is solid. Even here.” 

I can see the anger building inside Connor from the way his muscles tensed up. His shoulders rising to meet his ears give the illusion of him becoming bigger before our eyes. 

“And Reid is a better trainee, because he trusts me with his body.” His hands touch the knot I made with my towel and I freeze.

He's not going to…

“Isn’t that right, Reid?” 

“Yes, Coach,” I say, looking into Connor's eyes. The towel drops from my waist, and I stand there exposed to my coach and his other star athlete. 

“See? Strong. Proud.” 

“Ah!” I let out as the base of my erection is gripped. 

“I'm bigger than that even when soft!” Connor spits, and rips his towel off. He pulls out his hung soft cock, which is indeed sizable. 

“Big, with no substance.” Coach says, gently caressing my shaft. “No substance. No confidence. No power. Just trying to scare the opponents off with sheer will. But Connor, they can tell that you're weak.” 

“This is bullshit!” Connor tugs at his dick but it remains pitifully flaccid. All the while, he watches as Coach massages my inner thigh and back up my chest. Despite the load I accidentally let out earlier, I feel precum churning up my shaft again. “So you’re going to give him quarterback just like that?” 

“I didn't say that,” Coach says. “I said, if you give me a reason to replace you, I will.” 

“Fuck this shit!” Connor grabs his towel from the bench and hastily makes a knot. It comes undone almost immediately and he has to hold it with one hand while pointing at me accusingly. “You just wait, Rookie. One day, you won't be able to hold it anymore and he'll drop you for the next sucker.” 

Then, he turned around and left, sending a cold blast of air to my aroused private parts.

“He's weak-minded. Not like you.” Coach Paul moves so he's in front of me. He lowers his arm and collects my precum with the back of his hand, then holds it up to me. “Let's get your strength back. Then, we’ll keep training.” 

I lick his hand, tasting him again instead of myself. “It's going to be okay with him?” 

“I'll handle Connor. You just work on building your load back up.” 

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Alright, I'm just going to lay it all out there or if you want you can read what happened in the beginning. My football coach told me to stop busting nuts so that I play better. It's the first time I've done it, except a couple of failed no nut November, so it's been rough. With my balls full, I've done some gay stuff with him, but you know what, fuck you, it's making me a better player. If you were training under the best coach of the country, you'd follow his advice too.

The thing is that he used this method with the quarterback Connor too, and that guy obviously hates my guts because I am absolutely gunning for his place. After we had a spat in the showers and I found out he went through the same training program, I went to Coach to figure out what the fuck is going on. I don't mind doing gay stuff with Coach, but it has to be mean that I'm in his no. 1. I'm not going to hold my load if I'm just being played with.

He had some answers, but in his usual style, a lot of was about trusting the process. The best part ...was that he let me have some release. It wasn't a lot, and it was enough to relief some of that pressure I've been feeling.

I left Coach’s office feeling 1000 times better. Honestly, getting to cum even just a little bit put a skip to my feet. I still felt really energetic, like he had promised, and ready to finish some course readings before hitting the sack early. 

I do trust Coach’s methods. Unorthodox, a word I recently learned in lecture, fits what I feel about his strategy, but I'm starting to buy into it. I don't feel like taking naps or eating snacks or any of the usual bullshit that used to tempt me before.

Now I have two modes: laser-focused, or ready to fuck. 

The laser-focused period lasted until I was done with my coursework, and the other stage kicked in when I got into bed. It was my fault, because I opened Instagram and browsed a couple of profiles that got my blood flowing. 

I'm going to fuck my girlfriend so hard when she comes to visit. I can already imagine her surprise at the rigid quality of my boner. Never have I had boners this stiff. 

Oh my god… just the slightest touch while adjusting myself feels so damn good. 

I'm not going to betray Coach’s trust in me like that though. Plus, he'll know if I ejaculated or not the next time he does a body check. I can't cheat him like that. 

I fell asleep hard, and woke up hard. I think it's unlikely that I was hard the entire night, but I wouldn't be that surprised if it was the case. Hungry-to-fuck mode lasted all morning, and it finally went down when I got to morning practice. Nothing like the sweaty pungent smell of the locker room to kill a boner.

Connor always comes in with his right hand men. Kind of gay, to be honest, if we think about it. I bet they all plan to meet up outside his door before they walk to practice together. 

Clang! 

Clang! 

Clang!

The blond idiot slams each empty locker shut as he walks towards me, and I don't give him the satisfaction of paying it any attention.

Clang! 

Clang! 

Thunk! He slaps my locker door, which vibrates against my arm as I shove things into my backpack. 

CLANK! I slam my locker shut with force, losing control of my emotions and turning to face Connor. 

I guess there are actually 3 modes to semen retention for me. The third one is simple and primal. 

It's rage. 

Connor snickers and gives me a side eye while he opens his locker. No words are said, but the vibe is obvious. 

Whatcha gonna do about it? 

He's huge. If he was a friend, I would be asking him for advice on how he gets that kind of mass on his arms and chest. His friends are big too, although Connor is truly the alpha physically in the room. 

Control yourself, Reid. Beat him on the field, not here. 

I reopen my locker, and look into the dark space. I'm done changing, but it gives me a chance to gather my thoughts before leaving. 

“Forgot to put on your panties?” Connor calls out, and his numbskull gang chortle like a bad laugh track. “Coach likes the velvety red ones.” 

“He wouldn't fit in something like that!” 

“Sure he can, he's got an ass like a chick!”

“That's why Coach fucks him,” Connor adds. “Probably covers up his face with a paper bag though. “Ah rookie! Your ass is so tight!” He imitates Coach’s more deadpan delivery.

My face burns with humiliation, and I grip my backpack tightly with a fist. 

I can't let this go.

If I do, they'll pick on me forever. 

I can't take all of them though. 

Go straight for Connor and sock him in the face. 

“Maybe he has his head in the locker just like that! I could see him being a hot girl with a wig on his –”

The locker room fell extremely quiet suddenly. It was the sort of quiet that signaled another presence in the room. 

“Practice starts at 7 am. It's 7:02,” Coach Paul says calmly. 

The ensuing sounds of lockers opening and closing felt martial-like. The guys were quiet, efficient, and left the locker room at record speed. 

“What happened?” Coach asks. He's standing behind me, and I release the grip I have on my backpack. 

“Nothing.” 

“They're teasing you for being my prodigy. This happens every time. It's human nature.  They’re threatened.” Coach puts a hand on my shoulder, and it does comfort me. “You have to ignore it.” 

“They know what we're doing,” I whisper. 

“They know you're getting special treatment from me. Let them know. Are you ashamed to be trained by me?” 

“No, Coach.”

“Good. I'm not ashamed either.” 

His fingers hook around my shorts and I instinctively pull on my waistband. With no words exchanged, I relax and put my full trust into Coach Paul. My shorts get pulled down, and my ass exposed to the humid locker room air. 

“Oh…” I gasp as a wet but hard object presses against my hole. It enters me slowly, enforced by Coach’s grip on my shoulder. 

My cock rises at the familiar feeling of yesterday. The object expands my ring, inducing all the blood in my body to go to my shaft. 

“Turn around.” 

I turn to face Coach’s commanding eyes. He looks down at my crotch and caresses my cock lightly. 

“Good. How does it feel?”

“Which… part?” I ask honestly. He smiles. 

“It won't fall out. You'll practice as per usual. Don’t forget your cup today, and ush yourself 110 percent. This should give you a little boost.” He reaches into his pockets. 

“Shit!” I jump as the vibration in me begins. Only because the locker room is empty, I can hear a faint buzz coming from inside me. 

“You have 1 minute.” Coach taps me on the chest with a fist and leaves. 

With the vibrating toy inside me, the laser-focus part of me couldn't rise to the top. The air outside smelled different with the different sensations that were occurring in secret with my body. 

“Ball toss. Jackson and Bruce. Jordan and Dane…” Coach lists off pairs. “Connor and Reid.” 

“Fuck my life,” Connor says with exasperation. “Get a ball, rookie.” 

I was too much in a daze to fight back. My legs trembled as I walked towards the bag of balls, and bending down to pick one up was a whole new experience with my hole expanding. I thought the toy was gonna drop right out of me. 

“Hurry up!” Connor shouts at me. 

Once we got into position, Coach Paul blew his whistle and the warm up began. I dropped the ball more than a couple times, completely distracted by what's happening inside of me.

Thank god I'm wearing a cup. I think I'm leaking. 

“Come on, man!” Connor yells across the field after the 5th drop. “Coach!” 

Coach Paul walks past us without saying anything, but that was enough for me to lock it in. 

It's just a ball toss. You can do this, Reid. 

“Hurry up, fucker! Jesus Christ, do you want to suck my dick before you throw it?”

Well, now I know rage is still on the table with a vibrator inside me. The sudden flash of emotion takes control of my arm, and I whip the ball at him. 

Oh shit. 

The ball makes direct contact with Connor’s smug cheek, and he stumbles a couple steps backwards. 

FWEEEEEEET!

Looks like rage is in his cards too. 

“You fucker. You FUCKER!” The blond bulk charges at me, and my head hits the ground a millisecond after. 

Fuck he's strong.

I block his punches which still really hurt on my forearms, and he powerfully pulls my arms apart by grabbing my wrists. 

“You think just cause you're coach's special boy of the month that you can do whatever you want,” he snarls at me. My legs flail to kick at him and he sits on them, effectively crushing my ability to fight back. “You're dead, rookie.” He spat in my face. 

FWEEEEEEEEET! The whistle sounds closer this time.

“Dead! Fuckin’ homo.” Another hot splatter lands on my cheek. His blue eyes are crackling with anger. His grip tightens on my wrist. 

Oh shit…

Oh shit! 

OH SHIT! 

“Fucking bitch,” Connor hisses at me. His beet-red face and blond hair blurs for a second. 

I can't hold it! 

I grit my teeth as my body contracts in orgasmic waves. 

“You're too weak,” Connor pushes down on me, thinking that my motions are signs of me fighting back. My cock spasms in my briefs, and I feel my jizz dripping back down me. “You'll never take my spot, no matter how many times Coach cums in you.” My ass tightens around the vibrating toy and it accelerates the orgasm. 

FUCK!!!!

FWEEEEEEET! My nemesis’ face comes back to focus, hands pull on his shoulders and I breathe heavily as the heavy weight is lifted off me. 

“Benches! Both of you!” Coach shouts, angrier than I've ever seen him. I struggle to sit back up, feeling winded and embarrassed. “Now!”  

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Alright, I'm just going to lay it all out there or if you want you can read what happened in the beginning. My football coach told me to stop busting nuts so that I play better. It's the first time I've done it, except a couple of failed no nut November, so it's been rough. With my balls full, I've done some gay stuff with him, but you know what, fuck you, it's making me a better player. If you were training under the best coach of the country, you'd follow his advice too.

What's more important to know before reading this story is that the current quarterback has out for me since I'm the new prodigy. The asshole confronted me in the showers about it, and it turns out Coach was right. When you stop jizzing, you stand up for yourself. I told Connor to fuck off, and he did. The man has enough muscle mass to crush a small elephant, so yeah it's a big fucking deal that I told him off.

All the feelings came after Connor left. I was just proud of myself for standing my ground and not running. However, once he left, the things he said started to really get to me. Notably how he knew that Coach was having me hold my load.

This isn’t the first time Coach Paul has taken someone under his wing. Connor knows too much about it to not have been part of it himself. 

Do his techniques even work?

Is he a fraud? 

How many of us are there? 

After I finished showering, I headed straight back to the field to find Coach. He was still there, walking along the bleachers in deep thought. 

“Coach.” I jog up to him. 

“Not now, Reid.” He doesn't even look at me. Pulling a pen from behind his ear, the older man jots something down on his clipboard. 

The signs were pretty clear that he wanted to be left alone. But curiosity raged on inside me, fanned by the questions that Connor left me. 

“How long before I can cum?” 

A short glance from Coach makes me withdraw, but then the courage comes back quickly. 

I want my answers. 

“Like Connor can,” I add, and Coach Paul lowers his clipboard. The stern look that follows says a lot.

“We’ll talk in my office,” he says coolly and I follow him. I actually didn't know he had an office on campus. They wouldn't give an office to a fraud, would they? 

Coach Paul unlocks the door, and lets me in first. It's a modest looking room, not unlike the rooms of other profs that I've seen. The only difference is that instead of seating on the other side of his desk, it was a gym bench. 

“So you've been talking to Connor.” He meticulously hangs up his lanyard. “What questions do you have?” 

“He said that your methods don't work,” I say. 

“That's not a question.” He sits down on his chair, and I remain standing. 

“Did Connor have to do semen retention too?” 

“He did. And he didn't last very long.” 

“So it means I can still be quarterback if I don't do it?” 

“It means that you're weak and easily replaceable because you can’t commit.” Coach crosses his big arms. “Like him.” 

Okay? But no man can do it. So if I don't do it, and Connor doesn't do it… there's no other competition out there worth worrying about. Is there? 

“That's all?” 

“How many guys have you trained like this?” 

“All of them,” he answers directly.

“You…you fed them your…” I stammer and shrink as Coach Paul gets up. 

“All of them. I gave them all my own life force so they could be better. Including Connor.” 

“Connor ate your cum?” I ask. 

“He sat right there on that bench and suckled it from the source.” He points to the bench. “You should've seen him when he first got here. Weak. Slow. Undisciplined. Still is that last one.”

Coach Paul walks up to me and then circles me like a shark. 

“Are you jealous, Reid?” 

I didn't answer. 

“You don't trust me because I've trained other athletes to be stars?” 

His presence surrounds me as he makes deliberate steps around me. 

“You want to quit already?” 

“No,” I say quickly, spinning to look at him, then having to spin again as he walks back towards his desk. “That's not what I mean.” 

“Experience, is a good thing. You want a coach with experience. I've been through this before, so I'm not mad at you. You're horny.”

Yes.

“Bursting at the seams with energy.” 

Yes. 

“Worried that you're not special.” 

Coach Paul leans against his desk, and unfolds his arms to stabilize himself. 

“Get undressed.” 

Eager to prove my loyalty still, I strip down to nothing. I’m hard, but that’s nothing new these days. I’m always hard.

“Getting better at that. Sit.” Coach points at the bench. The covering is cold on my ass, and the bench is inclined so that I'm leaning back. “Hands behind.” 

“Wait, Coach.” My breathing spikes as rough rope wraps around my wrist. 

“You have to trust me in order for me to coach you. It's a must.” His voice breathes air into my ear. 

“Yes, Coach.” I bite my lip as the rope tightens. No way to move. Coach Paul pushes the bench up, so that I'm sitting straighter, then he walks in front of me. 

“Good. I can see you're keeping your promise of retention. I'm going to do a physical check now.” I swallow hard as his fingers cup my balls. “Remember, you can moan. You have to if you feel it.” 

“Ahhh…” The sensitivity of not cumming for a week is pure insanity. “That feels…good.” 

“Those feelings you have? The anger. The frustration. The jealousy. Those are all powerful emotions that have physical force behind them. Channel it into your game, and you will be unstoppable.” 

“Ah!” I crunch forward, and is stopped short from my hands crashing into the back of the bench. Coach’s fingers wrap around my ridiculously hard shaft. 

“I appreciate you not cheating. Many of my past prodigies have cracked by now,” Coach Paul says with extremely light strokes. 

“Ah! Ah! Mmm…” I groan as his fingers briefly release my member. He stands besides me, and regrips my shaft. “Coach, when can I cum?” 

“When you win your first game, you will be able to have a true orgasm. One where you’re deep inside that will satisfy your primal need to inseminate. That's what that energy is really for. Not being in a dirty sock under your bed.” He lets go of my cock and it rebounds to its rock hard position. 

“I need to cum,” I look up at him. The urges are burning painfully, and it demands me to beg for release. “Coach, I really need it.” 

“You have earned something. You could've jerked off after Connor told you that he does. But you didn't. I respect that.” 

I whine again as Coach Paul stops touching me. He goes to his desk and pulls something from the drawer. I don’t know what it is. The next thing is a lot more recognizable. 

A bottle of lube. 

“Lift your legs.” 

“I don't know about …” 

“Do you trust me, Reid?” 

“Yes, Coach.” I stare into his blue eyes and raise my legs. 

“More. Good.” His chest pushes into my left knee. “Now breathe.” 

“Coach…” I look into his face nervously. “I'm scared.” 

“Trust, is the important thing between a coach and his trainee.” His hand pushes the object into my virgin hole. “Breathe. And moan if you need to.” 

“Ah..ah…AHHHH! Oh fuck!” 

“You're okay. Look at me, Reid. Right here. This is what's going to count on the field when it comes down to the wire.” The experience in his eyes comfort me as the toy presses into my ass. 

“AhHHHHH!!” The wildest sensation occurs, vibrating from inside me. I feel it as far as my chest, and I slip in a state of unexplored physical feelings. “Coach, I might cum.” 

“It's not strong enough to make you ejaculate.” I look directly at his crotch as his shorts come down. His thick dick, points at my face as he caresses my hair. 

Is this what Connor did? 

“Stop thinking about other people. They are not here. And they are not you nor me. Focus on yourself.” 

His mushroom tip moves away from my nose, and I hold my breath as the bench is lowered down until it's completely horizontal.

BZzzzzzzzzZzzzzz 

Coach is right. No matter how intense it feels, it's not going to be enough to make me cum. 

Not with just the vibrator anyway. However, with his hands grazing my skin. Maybe. 

“UhHhhHHHH…” I let out low moans I didn't know I was capable of. 

“Good, Reid. You want to express yourself. Get inside your body. Know what every cell in your body is doing.” He picks my dick up and I shout loudly.

“MMMMMM!” I yell into his palm with no sense of holding back. 

I want to cum! I want to cum! I want to cum! 

“I can't give you a full orgasm, Reid. That would ruin all our training progress.” He puts my cock back down, and I whimper at the pulsating sensations in my ass. “But you can have something today to reward you for your hard work.” Coach climbs over my restricted body and his weight crushes the air out of me.

“MMM!” I moan into his palm. Coach Paul presses his cock onto my skin, and the tip of his mushroom head touches my right nipple. “MMMMm!” 

It's wet! 

It's wet!

It's wet!!!! 

“You'll thank me later.” A strand of his long brushed back hair falls forward onto his face. He reaches back, and presses a button on the toy.

“AhhhHHHMMMMMMMMMm!” I'm muffled once again by his hand. The vibrations in my ass strengthen, and I can now feel it in my brain. 

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

“You have my permission, Reid. Go ahead.” Coach circles my nipple with his cock. 

It's wet!

Fuck!

It's wet!

Fuck!

The immense pressure reaches a breaking point, and I feel the cracks beginning to form. 

“Go ahead, Reid.” He nods at me. 

“MMM!” The slightest relief as liquid surges out of my untouched cock.

“Good job, Reid. Keep it coming!” 

“MMM! MMM! MMM!” I'm sure my cum is hitting him directly in the back. 

Glorious fucking relief! So good! So fucking good! I was so filled to the brim that I forgot about the toy in my ass, until an orgasmic wave made me squeeze down on it.

“Ah! AhHHHHH!” His weight holds me down, and the rope around my wrists chafes as my hands attempt to move.

“Now for your supplement,” Coach Paul grunts. He lifts off my chest and jerks off rapidly in front of my face. “Open. Open!” 

I receive the first shot on my nose and we both move to coordinate the next deposit of pure energy. 

“Ah…” I moan as I taste his sweet nectar. It really is nourishing and full of vitality. It's thick like honey, and heavy like syrup. It’s the perfect snack after finally getting to cum a little.

I look up at Coach, past his thick cock, and smile in gratitude. It's not a full release, but it's enough for now. 

I feel so much better.

“Don't be jealous of Connor. You're my only project right now,” he squeezes more cum out of his cock for me. 

“I trust you, Coach.” I stick my tongue out to receive his gift. 

More?

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I'm not one of those guys here on an athletic scholarship. I barely got in university as it was, I actually have to pass if I want to graduate with a piece of paper. So, I'm not thrilled with being paired with a meathead my first week on campus.

The group project sesh with Travis went about as well as I had anticipated. You gotta give credit to a frat boy for living his authentic life. 

Chugged two beers? Yup. Desk overflowing with junk? Yup. Pile of socks by the door? Yup. 

Porn being the only tab opened on his computer? Yup. 

Zero work done? Also yup. 

At least I got a free beer out of my walk there. And apparently as a bonus, the link to the porno he had streaming on his screen. And not a single fucking word written down about anthropological theories. That's pretty all you need to know about how it went. If you wanted to know more in detail, you can read this part I wrote.

I had intended to go back to my dorm room and write at least a couple sentences for the project. Having that beer unexpectedly gave me some motivation to get on it, but that disappeared when my iMessage auto-opened on the desktop. Being the last person to text me, Travis’ link to the video was right at the very top. 

I know I ain't the only guy in the world that gets a little bricked when he has a drink. Hell, I'm sure the whole industry is built on that. 

Studying the history of the people from whatever island or watching a video of a naked woman? What the fuck do you think I did? 

Travis played the ending of the clip for us, which is by the far the best part. The intro is hot too, because it's sort of a slow strip tease. I move my bottle of lotion in place, and take off my shorts. My cock springs into action when it's free and finishes hardening up as I connect my earbuds. 

Like I told Travis, I had seen this video before, so my body started to anticipate the beats of what's to come. 

Like the eating out scene. That's the perfect moment to pump some lotion into my hand. 

“Mm,” I grunt to myself as my hand slathers the slippery substance over my stiff wood. The first lubed up touch is always one of the best parts for me. For what it's worth, I'm cut, so gliding my palm over the head just sets a good tone for jerking. 

“Mmmmm…mmmm….” Soft moaning in my ears urges me forward. 

Maybe I'm just an audio kind of person, or maybe there's just no good position to sit on my bed and watch the video at the same time.  I fall back on the mattress and close my eyes, letting the sexy breathing become my everything. Having my eyes closed helps me focus on the physical sensations too, which is going to be helpful for getting myself off fast so I can get back to working.

“Are you going to put it in me?” 

I twist my hand around my shaft with the help of the lotion, and breathe out at the pleasure that the physical spiral gives me. 

“Fuck, baby, you're so wet.” 

Travis said that this is his favourite kind of fuck. That stuck out to me because by looking at his physique, I'd think he'd be into some dirty stuff like choking or gagging. Frat boys aren't exactly known for their gentle love-making. The ones I'm friends with usually talk about fucking fast and hard and how long they last on full speed. So, picturing the frat-boy incarnation of Travis prioritizing his girl’s orgasm just feels off-brand.

I open my eyes and grab my laptop to put it on my chest. Skipping forward to the ending scene, I watch the man penetrate while rubbing in circles. 

“Mmmm…mmm… I'm going to cum…” 

Fuck, I forgot. I put my laptop down beside me, and sit up to reach under my bed. I have this old torn up shirt that I've sacrificed to become my cum rag since I ran out of tissues last week. 

“I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!” 

“Damnit,” I mutter to myself as I get back into position and rewind the video. Suddenly though, it didn't quite feel the same anymore. I watched it twice at Travis’ place, and now I've heard it again for the third time. If my dick could shrug at the 4th replay, it probably would. 

Plus, the lotion dried up and my cock wasn't as hard anymore. 

I hate it when that happens. It means that I either have to find a new video somewhere or maybe search in my spank bank for something worth nutting to. 

To be absolutely honest, I don't fuck around a lot. Hookups aren’t my thing but I don't wait till marriage either. There was one babe I was seeing for a while but the sex was kinda mid. She always wanted missionary and after a while it got old. So, it's not exactly what I want to fantasize about right now. 

Ping! 

A notification comes up on the right bottom corner of my computer with Travis’ name. Aptly, I named him “Travis Group Project.” 

What the… is that a virus? It's just a video, with no text before or after it. 

It could have very well been a virus, but fuck, I've clicked thumbnails of people fucking on sites without worrying about whatever malware might get downloaded. So, yeah, I clicked.

“Ah…yeah, babe… yeah…” Shot from below, a dick rams into a woman. Just like the other video that Travis likes, the man's hand reaches under to add stimulation on the outside.

“Ohhh…oh my god…oh my god…” Her moans shudder with each loud entry. “You’re going to make me cum.” 

“Yeah, cum for me, babe.” The fucking is impressively steady, with the accompanying hand consistent as well. 

“Ahh…ahh…ahhhh…AHHHHH!” My boner comes back with a vengeance and I spit on my hand to capture the moment. 

“Yeah, cum for me!” 

“AhhHHHHHh!! AhHHHHh!” 

“I'm going to cum too. Fuck! I'm going to cum!” The thick cut dick pops out and unleashes cum like a rain cloud, splattering everywhere but the camera’s lens.

“Put it back inside me…” 

Still squirting juices, the man holds the trunk of his cock and pushes it back in. 

“OHH!” The man groans. 

“Fuck!” I mutter as I reach my point of no return and switch to a stroke that doesn't go past the head. “Ah!” I hear my first shot splash against the back of the laptop.

“Oh…fuck…” The man groans, the underside of his cock twitching, and I close my eyes tightly as the cum ropes out of me. 

“Oh…” I sigh in relief as my balls empty and hot goo layers over my fist. 

That is … a lot. I turn the laptop around and look down at the carnage that I've caused. 

Ping! 

“What do you think?” Travis texts. 

“Really hot. Love amateur stuff. Where'd you find it?” I type with one hand with the other still squeezing my cock. 

“Find it? I filmed it, you fool.” 

“Shit,” I say out loud to myself. 

I sorta froze for a second, and my brain processed the shock that I just choked the chicken to my new friend. 

I mean… I nutted to the chick. Not him. 

I wipe my computer down with my cum rag. 

Yeah, that's it. It was her getting off that was hot. 

As I carefully patted my sensitive cock and balls down, I chuck the shirt back under the bed. 

Wait… why did he send that to me? 

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Teachers were lying to our goddamn faces about university expectations. They were scaring us into thinking that we'll have to do everything on our own in a sea of 300 students in a course.

So tell me why the fuck the first thing I had to do on campus was a partner project? 

The anthropology prof said it's to break the ice and get to know the other first years. I thought at the very least I could get paired up with a) a hot chick or b) a nerd that's willing to do most of the project. 

Cause the prof didn't know us either, he just put all 300 names in a randomizer and clicked a button in front of the lecture hall. 

As soon as I read the name Travis next to my name, I knew it was game over. For one, it's not a girl that I'm going to want to spend some intimate working time with. And for two, I never met a nerd named Travis. 

So, I knew I was fucked. And I knew I was double-fucked when I found Travis in the crowd wearing his backwards baseball cap and workout fit. I was wearing the same fucking thing. 

Fast forward a couple weeks, because neither Travis nor I had the motivation to work on the project until a few days before it was due. Honestly, I didn't get the vibe that Travis was going to text me at all. I needed to at least pass the class though. I'm on student financial aid and part of the deal is that I keep a full-time course load or I lose the funding. So, I organized the meetup at his dorm. 

Let me tell you once again how absolutely fucked I knew I would be when I walked into his room. First of all, I couldn't even see the table’s surface with the papers, plastic water bottles and clothes on it. Then, the fact that Travis had obviously just finished a can of beer when he opened the door sealed my fate. 

“Sup, dude? Matt, right?” I nod and he burps loudly. “You want a beer?” 

“Yeah, I do.” Maybe, just maybe, it will dull the pain of getting this done. “Mini fridge?” I ask rhetorically as Travis fishes a can out. “Nice.” 

Travis gets another can for himself and then sits on the twin size bed. “Make yourself at home, dude.” 

I take a look at the chair, piled with layers and layers of clothes and then sit next to him on the bed. 

“Cheers.” 

We take a gulp, and just as I'm ready to put my can down, I look to my side and see Travis challenging me with his eyes. With a hint of a smile from the lip of the can, he motions for me to chug with him. 

I never fucking back down from a chugging challenge. 

“Nice.” Travis slaps me on the chest. “You're one behind me though. You want another one?” 

“Nah, let's grind this project out before we puke,” I joke. He gives me a hearty laugh and then sits up to grab his laptop. Placing it on top of his pile of papers, he opens the lid. 

“MmMm! MMm! Keep going! MMM!” A video, on full screen, plays. 

“Shit,” Travis says. In his less-than-capable state, he smashes random keys, which does nothing to stop the video. 

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” The camera pans from the close up dick in pussy shot to the actress’ face. 

“God damn it,” Travis mutters as he finally clicks on the right thing to stop it. “My bad, dude. That was from last night. You know how it is.” 

That's when I noticed the rest of his set up. The lotion surfing on a t-shirt. A box of tissues right by the bed. 

“You gay or something, dude?” 

“What? Fuck you!” I snap out of my observations and Travis chuckles. 

“Why do you look traumatized at the sight of pussy then?” 

“I'm not.” I shrug, feeling both defensive and nervous, but the beer helps me defuse the tension. “I've seen this video before.” 

“Oh yeah? I love Alexa. Gonna wife me up a blonde like that.” 

“A pornstar?” I chuckle. “I don't know about that, man.” She is hot though, obviously. It's been a long time since I've seen this video but I sort of remember how it ends. 

“Nah, not just any pornstar. Alexa. None of that fake tits shit or bad moaning.” Travis clicks play on the video again. “Alexa makes love.” The full pan out of the scene shows her on her side, with the man gently fucking her from behind. 

“Mmmm…mmm…” 

The memorable thing about this scene is that it is so sensual, to the point where you can believe that both actors are genuinely enjoying it. 

“You've seen this?” Travis asks me. “This is the best part.” 

“Yeah, it is.” I remember what he's referring to. The man reaches around and rubs her lips right above where he's dicking her down. 

“This is real fucking,” my project partner says, leaning back on one elbow. “Make her jelly first. Golden rule.” 

“Mmmm…mmm…”  The moans climb in intensity, and the chemistry between the two on screen clicks for me. I lean on my forearm too, but away from Travis so I can move my growing cock into a less obvious position. “Mmm…mmm… I'm going to cum…” 

“Here it comes… fuck…” Travis sits up at full attention and his eyes brighten. 

“Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Yes!” My crotch, hungry from the beer I chugged, stiffens to rock while listening to the sexual sounds of people climaxing. 

“Fuck, that is so hot,” Travis says without looking away from the screen. He scrubs back a minute, and the final scene restarts. “She’s sexy, huh?” He grins at me, and his right hand palpates his crotch. 

“Mmm…mmm…” He turns his attention back to the screen, and openly gropes himself. 

“What do you think?” Travis asks me. 

“Yeah, she's hot. Perfect pussy,” I say, and surprisingly naturally, my hand starts rubbing myself too. 

It's like a force of habit. Porn = hard dick = play with it. Easy equation. 

“Fuck yeah,” Travis agrees. 

“I’m going to cum!” 

“It’s gotta be nice and wet.” His hand slips in his shorts and I follow suit. 

“Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Yes!” 

“Oh fuck… look at how wet his cock is after,” Travis says with an open mouth groan, and I look closer what he's doing about. 

The dick, shiny with fluid, pushes back in. The part I never noticed before, is how the guys' balls are glistening too. 

“Damn…” I sigh as I stroke myself to the scene. I've never fucked a chick that's gotten that wet before. 

The video freezes upon reaching its end, and both of our hands slide out of our shorts. 

“Jizzed to this last night and probably will again tonight.” Travis smells his hand and then rubs his nose. 

“Might do the same, buddy,” I say, tapping my boner above my shorts. 

“Yeah, you want the link?” He opens up the iMessage thread with me on the computer and sends it to me. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I give my new friend a little salute. 

“Appreciate it.” 

“Happy to help. No homo.” Travis sticks his hand back into his shorts to adjust again. Then, he flops on his bed, turning around his cap to face the correct way as he lays down. “Yo, should we call it a night tonight? My brain is fried.” 

“Man, just say you wanna beat off.” I shake my head at his covered tent. I stand up anyway, because who am I to stand in the way of a man and his junk.  He smiles under the rim of his baseball cap, and then he takes it off. 

“Hey, you at least got a free beer. And a free boner. B&B. New business idea.” We laugh. “We got until the end of the week, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Then we good, dude.” He sits up to shake my hand.

He's right handed with his junk.

So am I. 

Fuck it. Our hands clasps, and then our chests press against each other.

“Nice to meet you, man. You're cool,” Travis says. “I'll text you.” 

Everyone is over the age of 18

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For context, I'm the rookie on the team and this guy Connor has been making my life hell since the day I stepped foot on the field. You'd think the guy owns the grass just because he's got the shoulders to play football.

Sucks for him, because I've become the coach's favourite. That's a huge deal, given how famous the man is.

Coach just took a liking to me, probably because I'm willing to do whatever to be better at the game. Alright, fuck you. I can already see you making assumptions about what I did to get special treatment. No, I didn't let him fuck him.

I just... swallow cum sometimes. It's part of his training program. I can't cum, and I need to eat his cum for the energy. I swear to god, that's all it is.

And you know what? It might be mumbo-jumbo to you, but it works for me.

The trip Coach took me on passed by just as quickly as it arrived. In a blink of an eye, I was back on the training field with the rest of the guys. 

Coach Paul stood at the edge of the Quick Draw setup. We were in shotgun formation. The drill was simple but brutal: snap, quick drop, read, fire all under a three-count rush. Three receivers running simple slants and outs, a net of targets for precision, and two burly linemen simulating rush with pads raised like battering rams. 

It’s one of the more important drills for being a quarterback. As Coach so nicely put it, “fuck it up, and get off the field.” 

I was up last in the rotation. This is usually the kind of stuff that makes me shit my pants. Yeah, I'm good at football, but it's not easy getting physical with people who outsize you.  However, a week of strict retention has me feeling different. The obvious bit are my heavy and aching balls, but it goes deeper than that. Every heartbeat sends a low throb through my core, and I don't see my bigger teammates in the same way. They're bigger than me, sure. That hasn’t changed.

But I'm ready to crush them. 

I felt it in my hips, my shoulders, and my feet. It was a bomb inside me itching to explode.

Fweeeet! Coach’s whistle cut the air.

It wouldn’t be complete without Connor playing one of the rushers. The idiot has the biggest grin on his face, and attempts to psych me out every time I look at him. 

I have to play it cool. I'm not going to give the himbo the satisfaction of looking scared. He is big though, and although I will never admit it to him, he could land me in the hospital if things went awry.

However, strength isn't everything in football. I zone in on the energy bubbling inside me and the play becomes crystal clear in my head. I brace myself for the worst, and put my trust into my best. 

FWEEEEEEEEET! 

The ball I whipped lands square in the receiver’s hand, with the impact making him take a step back. 

Fuck yeah. 

“Coach, why is the rookie doing quarterback drills anyway?” Connor stomps towards our leader. 

The whistle blew again. Coach Paul nodded once, slowly and deliberately, with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Again,” Coach barks. “Reid stays in.”

“Coach!” 

“Connor, you're here because of the size of your shoulders, not your ego. Cool it before I bench you,” Coach snaps at him. 

Oh, that felt good. That felt really fucking good. I couldn't help but wink at the blond dumbass as I walked past him. 

“What happened on the trip, dude? You're a beast!” My other teammates congratulated me after practice. I just shrugged and said Coach gave me some one-on-one training.

Which is true.

He also fed me his cum. That's what is making me stronger. That, and keeping my own cum in. His training program is working.

“Yo. Man-to-man. Now,” Connor barks at me. Although he was the loser of the day, the guys still respect him. They all left the locker room, leaving the quarterback and I alone in an eerie silence. 

Here comes the shakedown. 

“I'm not going to let you take quarterback away from me. I fucking earned it,” Connor says. 

“Okay?” I take off my shirt.

Old Reid probably would've just changed and left. 

Not nutting though stomped out the flames of fear and threw oil on the anger that was always inside me. 

Why the fuck should I change my routine because pea for brains is throwing a tantrum? I take off the rest of my clothes and saunter towards the shower. 

“YO, BITCH! You listening to me?”

“Kinda gay that you're following me into the showers,” I say without looking back. 

“You think you're hot shit right now,” Connor says, his voice more echoey in the beginning and then coming into focus as he enters the showers too. “You think you’re Coach’s special prodigy?” 

“Uh huh.” I turn on the water and the initial wave of cold wash over me. 

“You're not the only one, fucker. He has you on that no cumming bullshit?” 

That got me. 

He knows.

That means Coach has done this with other guys before. 

He's done it with Connor before. 

“That's right, bitch.” 

I turn to look at Connor, and am met with 6 feet of pure muscle mass. There has never been any doubt that Connor is the biggest of all the guys on the team. With shoulder pads on, he's a monster. Without them, he’s still wider than everyone else.

His shoulders are not the only big thing about him. His white cock hangs like a tool, the tip of it conducting the water of the shower downwards. 

“He fucking you too? That's how you're getting the special treatment?” 

“Shut up, man.” I turn my attention back to washing myself, although I feel my facade of confidence crumbling down in front of my nemesis. 

“How long have you been holding your load in for him?” Connor pushes onwards. “A week? He's going to ask for more, you know. He touch your tiny dick yet?” 

“Shut up!” I turn and shout at him. 

I hate the fucking satisfaction in his eyes. 

“Coach said I had the biggest dick he's ever seen.” The blond quarterback taunts me, swinging his huge meat around. It flicks water away from his body, merging into the stream of water on my skin. 

Fuck him. Don't look at him. He's nothing. 

“He's going to get sick of your puny cock soon. You're not even bigger than him. Are you getting off on this, Rookie? Little humiliation kink?” His laugh echoes amongst the pitter patter of the shower. 

Anger and shame. That’s the feeling that starts in my stomach but powers my cock. 

“His method is bullshit. Coach doesn't really think it makes you play better. It's just so that you'll take his dick in your ass.”

“You don't know anything!” I shut the shower off forcefully. “Get out of my face, Connor, alright?”

“I nut twice everyday. And I'm the quarterback, and it's going to stay that way.” Connor turns his shower off too, and the water drips down his insane shoulders. 

“Yeah, we'll see about that,” I seethe. 

“You don't have the balls to be QB,” he snickers. With his right hand, he strokes his monster cock, which grows considerably in front of my eyes. “Semen retention isn't going to change that.” 

“We’ll see about that.”

You can not be ashamed of your body. Coach's words repeat in my head. I turn my body to face him square on, and feel my edged dick arch in response to the affirmation. 

“You take my spot, and I will destroy you,” he says, stroking his cock quickly, while mine stands strong. 

“We’ll see about that.” I repeat, holding my stance. 

Neither of us were about to back down from this. It was obvious. Whoever left first would be the chicken who wasn't man enough. 

“Yeah, sure. You'll see how it feels to have his cock up your hole. That's what it's leading to, you know. He'll use you and dump you. He respects the ones that don't give in.” 

“So you've taken it up the ass then,” I retort. 

Connor grunts aggressively, but he doesn't deny or confirm it. 

Did he? 

Is he right?

Is Coach trying to fuck me? 

“You're all in your head,” he says. “That's the problem with Coach’s way. He wants you to just get used to having a stick up your ass, so you act that way too. That's not how winners play.” Connor smirks while he strokes his cock. 

His pale skin turns pink, and then escalates to a bright tomato red. 

“Clear balls… clear brain,” he huffs at me. 

I can't leave now. I can't lose this battle. My erection almost hurts from the amount of blood in it. 

I can’t touch it.

“Fucking… bitch!” Connor grunts, and warm liquid covers my right foot. “Hah…oh yeah…” A smile develops on his face. “Oh, that feels good, Reid. Don't you miss this?”

Yes.

But I look forward, engaging in only a stoic staring battle with him as more droplets of goo land on my toes. 

“Why don't you eat it? That's probably your thing, isn't it?” Connor snickers, and then lifts his hand towards me. “No?” He licks his hand himself. “Only into older guys’ spunk then? Let me know when you become a full homo.” He makes a fake swipe at my boner, then turns and walks out of the shower, whistling happily. 

I fucking hate that guy. 

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It's actually even stranger than the title makes it seem. Can I even explain all the complexities of Coach and his training methods in one paragraph? You might just have to read my first story about him here.

Long story short, Coach Paul believes in semen retention.

Yeah, I can already hear the cynics typing in the comments about that research that shows that cumming every day lowers prostate cancer risks. I read it too.

The thing is, I'm starting to believe in retaining too, because I really feel those effects. I feel stronger and faster, and my instincts are sharper when I play. I'm not going to be a football player forever, so not nutting for a while to reach my max potential is kinda pretty much exactly what I want to do while I'm in my physical prime.

Because I'm in my 20s, my body doesn't retain perfectly. If I just imagine all the loads I've dropped into tissues daily, it's actually crazy to realize that I went 4 or 5 days with nothing.

It all came rushing out last night though while I was still sleeping.

And then... Coach fed it all back to me followed by his own load. He said its the only way to keep the benefits of retaining.

What the actual fuck, right?

Yeah.

Whether you want to call it a wet dream or a ruined orgasm, what happened was still a release. 

It wasn't the most satisfying. Actually, I wouldn't categorize it as a satisfying nut at all. I knew if I jerked off right afterwards, I would be able to cum again right away. 

But Coach said no. 

In any case, the small amount of release was enough for the after-cum sensations to begin. You know, when all your muscles feel relaxed and that warm doughy feeling takes over? That feeling.

It was the best sleep I had since Coach Paul had me start semen retention. 

“Reid.”

“Yeah, Coach?”

“You're going to be my star player. You have all the potential.” 

I felt his fingers on my shoulders. His firm grip, confident and steady. 

“You have to listen to me. I can make you a better player.”

“Yes, Coach.”

“Are you willing to do anything to be the quarterback?”

His words fan the spark inside my chest. The flame gets stoked into a growing passion, churning its way to my extremities. 

“Yes, Coach!” 

“Anything?”

“Yes, Coach!” The fiery feeling envelops me. Every single part of me. “Anything, Coach!”

“Reid.” His face brightens. “Reid.” The growing light makes it impossible to keep looking at him. I close my eyes, and listen to his voice. “Get up, Reid.” 

My eyelids are suddenly a lot heavier. I push them open, and blink at the image of Coach Paul looking down at me. His long blond hair is already combed back like a lion’s mane, and his facial hair is neatly trimmed. 

“Time to practice,” he says. “You're a deep sleeper.” 

“Yeah.” I blink a couple more times to adjust to the lamp’s glow. 

“Up. Now.”

What is that taste? 

“And wash your face.” 

Oh yeah… A nervous energy paralyzes me as I realize two things.

Number 1: I ate cum last night. My own cum. And then Coach’s cum. Some of it is dried on my lips.

Number 2: I ate it off my underwear. Which is nowhere on or near me. 

“Reid! This isn't a vacation,” Coach Paul snaps at me with authority in his voice. I sit up briskly, and hesitate to take the blanket off me. 

“Coach, have you… have you seen my underwear?” 

“You can not, and I repeat can not, be ashamed of your body as an athlete.” Coach tugs on my blanket with a stern look. I let it slide from my grip and the soft silk travels along my skin until my entire body is revealed. 

“It's cause it's morning,” I stammer, watching his eyes zero in on my boner. 

“No, it's because you're retaining. And because you're young. Stand up.” Coach moves back to give me some space. I get out of bed and position myself in front of him, my morning wood aches without any physical attention. “Good. Good quality erection. No bloating in the stomach.”

He pats on my abs and my cock takes it as an invitation, engorging to maximum state and preparing precum for more.

“You are in your physical prime right now,” Coach says to me. His breath smells like mints. “Do not waste it being unsure of your body. Wash your face and meet me outside.” 

“Got it, Coach.”

Instead of just washing my face, I hopped into the shower. I don't take very long in there as it is, and a cold rinse helped my body calm down a bit. By the time I got down to the hotel lobby, I was feeling pretty ready to practice. 

It was a really easy morning. Nothing like the stuff that Coach has us do back home. It was mostly just tossing the ball back and forth. There's limited space around the hotel anyway to really do anything serious. 

After an hour or so of that, Coach Paul drove us off the hotel premises. I suppose that nothing about this town was familiar to me so I just went along for the ride. 

“Where are we, Coach?” I ask as we pull up to an office complex.

“The clinic,” he said simply. He led the way into the building by punching in a code, and then into another room that needed a key. 

It was not a clinic per se, like one you would go to if you had a problem. There was no receptionist or other patients or even a doctor. Coach literally turned the lights on as we entered. 

There were, however, all sorts of equipment in the room. I walked through curiously, looking at the various scales and one of those doctor-room beds. 

“Get undressed. I'm going to take your stats.” 

I knew better to hesitate. Even though I'm not 100 percent confident, I knew that Coach Paul would give me a scalding speech about how I need to be in my own skin. I started with the shirt and then took off my shorts. With him looking at me unwaveringly, I take off my briefs too. 

“Step up on the scale.” Coach stands by it and waits for me to do as he says. “160 lbs. Good. Get off and face me.” 

His breath still smells like mints. 

He comes close enough that I can see the details in how his facial hair grows. 

“Arms up.” Coach wraps measuring tape around me, tightening it around my chest. “Nice chest width. Flex.” He taps my pecs before I'm ready and has to do it again. “How are your nipples?” 

“They're…” I stop as he places thumbs on them. 

“Sensitive?” 

“Not really,” I say. 

“You're getting an erection,” he says back without looking down. “Does that happen a lot when you play with your nipples?”

“I don't usually do that.” I look down at my cock, which has gone from zero to ten in a matter of seconds. 

“Spread your stance,” Coach commands and I do as he says. My heart drops into my stomach as he kneels down.

He's not going to… is he? 

“Ah…” I verbalize at the touch of the measuring tape around my inner thigh. 

“You need to work out your legs more. That's what is going to give you power. Understood?” 

It was beginning to become harder to understand what he was saying. The tape measure is a hair away from my touching my balls, and my backed up pipes take over my concentration. 

“I'm going to check your scrotum for lumps.” 

“Mm,” I look straight forward. 

“You can make sounds, Reid. Holding your voice back is another form of not being at peace with your body.”

His hand is warm. Inviting. The skin is rough, but his hold is gentle. 

“I know 5 days is tough for a young athlete such as yourself.” His thumb roll on my swollen nuts. “Go ahead. Tell me how it feels.” 

“I really need to bust a nut, Coach.” I look down at my cock flinging itself around for attention. Looking at his hand juggling my balls sends a rush to both my heads. Coach Paul stands back up and meets me eye to eye. 

“You will not. Now tell me more. What does it feel like?” 

“Like my balls are going,” I flinch as he works through the tensions in my nuts, “going to burst.” 

“They shouldn't be. They were emptied a little last night.” Coach somehow manages to massage out the uncomfortableness in my balls and I slip in a feeling of pleasurable relief. “I know you couldn't help it. Were you dreaming of something?” 

The dream seems distant now.

But he was there.

“Hm,” Coach seemingly confirms what he already knew. “Not everything is lost. You're still leaking a lot.” He lifts his hand and shows me my precum on his wrist.

It seemed like what I was supposed to do. It was what I wanted to do. 

I'm not sure if the saltiness is from his skin or my precum. Whatever it was permeated my tastebuds the moment I sucked on his wrist. 

“You feel that hunger inside you?” 

“Ah!” I moan loudly as fingers wrap around my needy shaft. 

Not enough movement! 

Just enough to squeeze precum out of me. Coach smears it on the back of his wrist again and I lick it up immediately.

For how mild the taste is, the feeling of eating it is inexplicably addicting. 

“That hunger is what is going to drive you to be the very best on my team. Do you have what it takes?” 

“Yes, Coach.” I wait for him to collect more juice for me to eat. 

“You're going to need to supplement. You've lost a lot of cum because of your bad habits,” Coach Paul states as he lowers his pants. With my eyes locked with his, the only thing I can see is his right shoulder moving in my peripheral vision. 

A low grumbling sound comes from his chest as he masturbates. 

“Hand,” he growls. “Here!” Coach grabs my wrist and places it directly in front of his thick cock head. 

His dick tip pushes into my palm, and his grip on my wrist holds me in place. 

Should I…grab it?

“This is going to be for you.” His voice trembles with his movements. “Eat it all. Like last night. Understood, Reid?” 

“Yes, Coach.” His cock tip smears a wet substance onto my skin.

“It’s for you…” Coach’s blue eyes squint. “MM!” Hot liquid splashes into my palm. I use my other hand to form a cup, and feel the thick liquid seep into the cracks of my fingers. 

“Now. Don't waste what I give you. Eat it!”

I hold my hands up to my face and the potent smell of his man essence stimulates my nose in just a perfect way. 

It's so thick. 

It smells just like life itself. 

However timid my first taste was, I eventually gave into the crushing desire of devouring his fragrant jizz. 

“You feel this?” Coach Paul grabs my boner, which feels 110 percent hard. “That's power. Tell me you feel it, Reid.” 

“I feel it,” I say to him, my mouth full of the taste of him. I tilt my cupped hands, licking the lines in my palms for every mico-drop.

“Stand up straight.” He pushes on my chest to fix my posture. “Still a lot of work to do. You're going to need regular supplements.” 

Coach pulls up his shorts and backs away. He hands my clothes, and I hold them in front of my crotch. 

“I'll meet you in the car,” he says, already turning away. “Good job, Reid. You're doing the right things. We're going to do good things together.”

“Thank you, Coach,” I say, pulling my shirt on. 

“And I'll let you cum, when you master your body. Just wait.” 

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I haven't had a wet dream since I figured out how to manually empty my nuts, if you know what I mean. I didn't think I could even do that anymore and I didn't think I would start again in college.

It's all because of my new football coach, Paul. He has some...unorthorodox methods. To be honest, I think all star athletes have weird rituals to keep their heads in the game. After Coach talked to me about semen retention, I looked it up online and found out that it's actually a thing that a lot of guys do to improve their fitness.

So that's why I'm doing it. At the end of the day, I want to be the next big discovery, so I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get there even if it means not blowing my wad for a week. Cause I've been such a good team player, Coach took me a trip to watch other teams play as additional training. It's the kind of stuff I live for.

The other guys are curious for sure. I've gotten a couple texts asking where I was and if I've gotten a special scholarship or something. 

I would be losing my mind over it too, if it wasn't for this damn semen-retention thing that Coach has me on. It's the 3rd day and it's getting ridiculous. 

I can’t focus on anything anymore. The cheerleaders bouncing up and down aren’t helping at all, and I found myself watching them more than the game play. I'd love to blast this big load over their tits. 

“Get us some hotdogs.” Coach Paul hands me some cash. “Walking will get your blood somewhere else.” 

“In a minute,” I sigh, looking away from the cheerleaders so my boner would go away. 

“The line is short now.” 

“I said I'll go in a minute, man!” I say curtly. I get up anyway, and wince at the ache between my legs. 

“Hey.” He rises up with me, and I feel small in comparison to his mature build. “You don't talk to me like that.” 

I bite my tongue, and look towards the field as he puts his hand on my shoulder. 

“I'm training you to be tough, not rude. Rude, doesn't win cups. Rude, doesn't win you those girls you’re staring at.” 

“Sit down, assholes!” A man in a cap shouts at us. Coach ignores him, and he motions for us both to go to the food lineup. 

“Let it out,” he says. 

“I can’t just hold it forever, Coach,” I say. “I need to…” I pound my fist against my hand. 

“You're hard all the time? Can’t think about anything about sex?”

“Yes!” I say with exasperation. “You’re a dude! You…” 

“That’s you being weak. Stand up straight.” He pats my back and I fix my posture. 

“You can’t expect me to just not…not…” My face turns red from frustration. I don't want to say it with so many people around. 

“You said you have a girlfriend, right?” Coach says, smoothly switching to another gear as he hands the vendor the money. “Over here.” He leads us to lean against a wall, where we are a little away from the crowd. “Imagine channeling all this energy you have right now into destroying the other team.” 

“Yeah?” 

“That hunger you have to sleep with your girlfriend? Your opponents are the only people in the way.” 

I know we're on the same team, but I think of Connor standing in my way. 

“You get through them, and then she's all yours. There it is. Notice that feeling in your body?”

“Yeah.” 

“Your heart is pounding. Your palms are sweaty. You're hyper focused. You're ready to conquer. To win.” 

His words make me breathe funny, and I imagine the rage I have formed into one goal. 

Destroy. 

“You won't have to hold it forever. That's cruel. But, you're not going to sleep with a cheerleader here either.” 

“Of course not. I have a girlfriend,” I say. 

“Then let's finish watching the game and maybe this time you'll look at the field and learn something.” Coach Paul hands me a hotdog and I take it from him. 

After the game, Coach made me go running again. It honestly was a great idea, because at least I could run until I no longer have the energy to be horny. Or at least, in theory. 

I wondered if I was going to “catch” him rubbing one out again. I think “catch” is probably the wrong word, because he didn't seem to be hiding it at all last night. 

Fuck! The blood starts to enter my cock for the hundredth time today. The memory of his strong body, matted down with moderate blond fur, moving with masculine grace as he pleasures himself. I want to look like that when I'm retired from the field. 

I shut the treadmill off and head back upstairs. I wasn’t done, but I really needed an excuse to find a private place to tuck my boner in the waistband of my shorts. Whoever is watching the elevator camera got a peep show, that's for sure. 

Coach wasn't in the bathroom when I got in. He was in bed, reading something. I took my shower, and he turned the lights off as I crawled into my bed. I wasn’t ready to sleep, but I knew he would say something if I turned my lamp on. So I closed my eyes, and I tried to turn my brain off. 

I need to fuck. 

If I won a game, I'd take my girlfriend in my arms and kiss her right on the field. I'd carry her straight to my room and lay her down. 

She’d take my pants down and remove my cup. My hard cock would spring up in her face and she'd look up at me in surprise.

Fuck yeah… suck that cock, babe. Oh fuck, I have such a big load for you. 

Oh my god… you're so good at that babe. Let me fuck you… 

You're beautiful… yeah kiss me… I have to fuck you. I have to… I need you… oh fuck…you're so tight, babe. 

“Reid! Oh my god!” 

I know, babe… oh fuck…

“I brought friends…” 

Oh… wow… The cheerleaders sit on both sides of us, touching me and her, caressing our bare skin. Babe… 

“I want you to have fun. Touch them” 

Oh fuck…oh my god!

Then, a heavier presence came behind me, blistering away the playful touch of the cheerleaders.

“What are you doing, Reid?” 

Coach… I have to cum… 

“I didn't say you can, Reid.” 

I can’t hold it anymore. I need to bust. It driving me crazy, Coach, you have to believe me.

“You cum, when I tell you you can.” 

He grips my shoulder and pull me out from my girlfriend and the touch of the cheerleaders. 

No! I was so close! 

“You cum, when I say…”

Coach! 

“This, is hard, but it's a sign of softness.” His fingers grip my shaft tightly. 

I'm gonna cum! I can't hold it! Coach! I can’t hold it!

“You have to be tougher. Stronger. Better. If I'm going to train you, you're going to obey my instructions.” His light strokes are torturously amazing.

“I can’t hold it! I can’t hold it! Please! I can’t hold it! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Coach! Coach! Please! Please!” 

“I will make you into a strong man, Reid. One that's worthy of being on my team.” 

“I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I shout as loud as I can but it feels like a whisper coming out. 

I'M CUMMING!!! 

An inconceivable amount of pressure mounts in my groin, and my eyes fly open at the peak of it. 

“Oh fuck!” I moan as the dam breaks and a surge of cum expels into the underwear I'm sleeping in. 

Click! The ceiling comes into definition with the lamp turning on. 

“NO TOUCHING!” Coach Paul bellows, and the resonance of his voice surprises me. He's not even this loud in practice. 

Suddenly, his face is in my line of vision, blond hair falling in his face. He rips the blanket off me. 

“Ah!” I whimper as another strong orgasmic wave causes me to crunch up.

“Hey!” Coach sits down on the bed, and pushes on my chest. “Breathe!” 

“I'm … I'm …” I tremble as the contractions weaken, but continue. Cum flows painfully up my shaft, unable to exit properly without help. 

“I know what you're doing. You need to listen to me.” Coach scans my face. “Breathe.” 

“Coach, it’s already happening,” I say desperately. I ball my fists up as I respect his order to not touch. The orgasm drags on, depleted of its power from the lack of stimulation, but still more than I've had in 3 days. 

“You need to stop it. Take the control back from your body.” 

I take a deep breath and clench down, trying to subdue the rhythmic pulsation. It works for a second and then it overpowers me. 

“I can’t… Coach, I can’t.” I feel the whole front of my underwear get soaked, and the feeling of the warm goo coating my balls. 

Please let me cum properly. 

“You can. Because I’m telling you that you can. Do it. Focus.” He grabs my chin. “Look at me, Reid.” 

His blue eyes, despite his tired face, have a laser focus to them. 

“Breathe.” 

What was he like when he played? 

“Good. Again.” 

I lean back on the bed and his pressure on my chest lightens up. 

“Good. Again.” My chest rises with his hand on it, and they both sink down together. “Again.” My heartbeat slows down to sync with my breath. “There it is. Welcome back.” 

“I'm sorry, Coach.” 

I fucked up. 

“You lost control. That's expected. It happened to me too the first time I needed to retain.” 

I felt it. I felt weaker. More vulnerable. Depleted. That's what Coach was trying to show me. 

“You're fine. You did good. Take these off.” I pull down my soiled briefs a little, and he helps me take them off while I stay laying down. 

The smell of my jizz is incredibly potent. I don't know if it always smells like that or if it's the three day load special. 

“Eat it.”

His ocean eyes command me to sit up, and take my underwear from him. I fucking destroyed the underwear. I don't know if I've ever cummed that much. 

“You need the energy.” Coach Paul nods at me. “Go ahead, Reid. Listen to me.” 

I don't usually eat my cum. I don't even look at it most of the time. 

It tastes…kind of good. 

“Good boy.” I shiver as his thumb touches the side of my neck. “You're still hard, so that's a good sign you didn't eject everything out. I know you think it tastes good. You don't have to hide it, Reid. I told you that you can’t be shy of your body. It will betray you if you hide it.” 

“Mmm,” I whimper as I suck up the abundant amount of jizz from my sweaty underwear. 

“That's it.” His thumb ends at my ear lobe. “Give it to me.” I let go of the fabric and watched him kneel on the bed. It's silly, but I didn't notice that he's shirtless until this point. “You need more.” 

Man, he's in good shape. I look down his visible abs and go down to…

“I'm going to give you some more.” 

“Coach… holy shit…” 

His cock has veins covering like cracks in a wall. The close up view of his skin moving sends a shock to my system. 

“Reid,” he says in a breathy growl, and my eyes go back up to his face. He reminds me of a lion at the end of a hunt, chest rising and falling while his fierce eyes pin me down. “I’m going to make you a fucking beast on the field.” 

“Yes, Coach,” I say. He snarls at me and then looks down. I look down too, and watch thick white goo ooze out of his cock and into my black briefs. Coach wipes up his tip with the fabric and hands it to me. 

His cum smells different than mine. 

“Oh, Coach…” 

It tastes different than mine.

Oh my god.

It's so much…so much… better.

It feels nourishing. My body recognizes the essential energy in it and I devour his essence, grabbing the underwear with both hands. 

More. 

I lick hard into the fabric, and come up just short of being satiated. I look up at him, with expectations of some sort of response. 

There. On his cock tip. 

Coach follows my eyes down to his cock, and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. 

“You've got potential, Reid,” He wipes the last drop of cum left off with his thumb. He holds it out halfway. 

I lean forward the other half and suck it off his thumb. 

“Now what are we going to do with this potential?”