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Ch. 3 - Rule #3
The eye candy at Dirty Mugs had gone up after a shuttle of fraternity and sorority members from campus planted their flags there to drink. The four guys became the targets of the fraternities recruiting new members and the sororities on the hunt for their "Back to School Fuck" that evening.
Ralph, Caleb, Ben, and Jeremiah had lost count of how many beers they had been sent from admirers. After Caleb and Ralph emerged shirtless from the back room, Ben and Jeremiah decided to join them. Wearing their form-fitting shorts, free-balling, with no shirts, each of the guys portrayed a physique that had something for everyone: either tall, hairy, slender, muscled; all together four impressive men. As a result their table received a lot of attention.
Jeremiah took note that since their return from paying the mysterious cover to get in, Ralph and Caleb stood shoulder to shoulder. For most of the night the two entertained a pair of sorority girls easily on their way to getting drunk just off the guys' sex appeal.
"It's true, the bouncer wasn't going to let us in, but my mate here blew some strings," Caleb was explaining to the blonde and brunette.
"What's that mean? `Blew some strings'?" one of the blondes asked.
He looked at Ralph and smirked recalling their shared secret. "Nothing. Just that we're lucky I can be persuasive. Now can I persuade you lovely ladies to do shots with us?" Ralph asked
Meanwhile, the vibe Jeremiah and Ben gave off was pure masculine energy. A group of guys had been hanging on their every word of race car driving and adventures in the wild for the last hour. Their stories of what race car driver groupies will let you do, like fuck them after a race on the winner's podium, or sneaking into a tent to fuck a guy's wife while he went fishing, caused a few guys in the crowd to bone-up.
Soon it was last call, and despite all of the attention, the guys weren't able to score a fuck buddy for the night. The roommates regrouped at the front of the bar and headed back to the dorm, buzzed from the drinks they had consumed and horny from the attention they had received.
"I thought we were seriously going to get to tag team that blonde chick, with the fake tits," Ralph lamented, while bumping into Jeremiah from behind and leaning on his shoulder for support. "Now I'm left with my dick in my hand and balls aching."
During the walk back to campus, Jeremiah kept stopping mid-stride every few steps on purpose to subtly feel Ralph's hard cock press against his ass. His cock was sticking straight up in his board shorts, and Jeremiah enjoyed trying to fit the military guy's dick between his ass cheeks each time.
For Ben the night was a success. He had bonded with his roommates, paying special attention to learn more about Jeremiah. While most of his body was ready to call it a night, his cock was ready for the after party, "I'm so horny. Gimme something to fuck!!" Ben belted out in his drunken state. "I didn't plan on beating off in front of you fuckers so soon, but you're definitely going to hear some noises from my bed tonight."
They reached the dorm and Caleb fumbled with his keys trying to get the door to their room open. "Hurry up with the door. I need to whip my cock out," drunk Ben urged. "I really need to let a few ropes fly." All three guys were pressed up against Caleb as he tried to open the door. This had the effect of causing all four of them to sprawl out on the floor when it finally open, eliciting rowdy laughs from all.
The second the door clicked shut Ben had his shorts off. "Finally! Freedom." He lay sprawling on the floor, his erection in his hand. Sagging against the floor were his two generous sized balls. Strewn around the room were piles of clothing and towels that had been discarded as the guys dressed for their night out a few hours earlier.
Ben hated untidy spaces. He was a minimalist, a habit of camping, and preferred things neat and orderly. His erection was gnawing at him and the sight of a messy room annoyed him. An idea formed in his head to help him fix both his problems.
"You guys need to pick-up your shit. Don't expect me to, unless you want me to cum on it first," Ben stated.
"Fuck you. None of my shit is lying around, except maybe that shirt, and that towel," Caleb replied.
"Tell you what guys. I'll pick-up the room if you can beat me at one thing." Ben stood up to his full height. He dick was pointed straight in the air. The roommates propped themselves up on the floor and stared up, waiting to hear the challenge.
"If you can cum more than me, right now, I'll clean the room for a week."
Jeremiah considered Ben's challenge and decided to jump on his train of thought.
"How about we make this an official way of getting things done?" He scanned the room and could see that the guys were curious. The horny excitement in the room was palpable and Jeremiah decided to use it to his advantage.
"Rule #3 - the weakest cumshot does the work," he proposed. This worked to his advantage in many ways: he would see each of his roommates jacking off their dicks, and group sex was one of his favorite past times. He also had one of the biggest cumshots he's ever seen, which meant it's unlikely he'd ever have to lift a finger cleaning the room shared by four guys.
Silence fell on the room, but Ben finally spoke up. "I like where you're going with this J... I'm in. What do you two say? Are you ready to man up, or are those fat dicks you bragged about just for show?"
To Ralph there was no question, he was definitely into a cumshot contest. Caleb also had no reservations. Since getting rimmed by Ralph earlier that evening he was hoping the night wouldn't end without one more orgasim, which he could produce at least four times a day.
"Fine," Ralph replied. "What are the rules? How is this contest decided?"
"Shot glasses," Jeremiah answered. He strode over to the bookshelf which had a row of 10 shot glasses, taking four from the set. He returned and handed each guy one. "Whoever fills their shotglass up the least gets clean-up duty for the week. Once a week we'll see who fills their glass up the most -- the weakest cumshot does the work."
Ralph and Caleb stood up and dropped their shorts. Jeremiah followed suit. With all of the guys naked it appeared like the contest rules were set.
"How about we make this rewarding no matter who loses?" Ralph asked.
"How would we do that," Jeremiah asked.
"Let's buddy up. If we're going cum in front of the other, and the loser has to clean this place afterwards, the least we could do is enjoy a hand job," Ralph answered.
"Sounds good to me," Ben replied. "Me and you J?"
Jeremiah nodded, suppressing a devilish grin.
"Me and you again Caleb," Ralph candidly stated.
"Alright fellas, let's go!" Ben cried.
Jeremiah stepped up to Ben, looking him square in the eyes. He took stock of the guy he had be flirting with all day. Ben's dick pointed straight up when erect. It was thick at the base and narrowed at the tip; it was the perfect shape to open any ass by slowly pushing it in. Jeremiah's dick was fully hard in front of his sexy roommate. It pointed straight out though, not up. His 9-inch dick bobbed up and down, its weight creating a plank of thick skin. Everyone Jeremiah ever fucked, men and women, said they felt completely filled up with him inside of them. He liked slowly entering them, getting his partner used to his length and thickness, and then once his balls were pressed tightly up against their bodies, he would flex the muscles of his cock to fill them up even more.
Ben and Jeremiah reached across to the other and firmly gripped the cock in front of them, jacking slowly.
Jeremiah's assumptions were correct, Ben's hand fit perfectly around his cock. His grip was firm, and the inside of his hand was warm and textured. The whole length of his dick found it very accomodating. For Ben, Jeremiah had a great technique. He alternated between long strokes on his dick, palming his shaft, and tenderly tugging on his balls.
Ralph and Caleb had their own approach. Already at ease with one another, the two guys left no room in between them. They stood close enough so their cocks pressed up against the other, with Ralph taking the first turn at jacking both cocks together with one hand. Caleb loved the feeling of Ralph's shaft pulsing against his. And Ralph used Caleb's slick pre-cum to juice up both cocks as he stroked.
Barely above a whisper, Ralph spoke, "I want to finger your ass while giving you head. Can we try that next time?"
Caleb grunted his acceptance to the request. He was already close to cumming and liked having Ralph pressed up against his body. He wrapped his free arm around Ralph's waist to bring him even closer. Chests bumping, Ralph increased the speed of his stroke. Caleb's pre-cum was overflowing on both of their cocks, and Ralph used it to roam both cock heads, every part of their shafts, and lather up their sweaty sacks.
Across the room Ben moaned. "That feels good J, so good, but stroke me faster," Ben instructed. "Oooooh...more. Yeah, that's it..." Ben spread his feet apart even more so his balls would swing back and forth as Jeremiah picked up the hand job tempo.
Jeremiah had his eyes closed and was thoroughly enjoying the attention Ben paid to his dick. Most of what was being said in the room he barely heard. He registered his roommates moaning every few seconds, but his thoughts were mainly preoccupied by the amazing feeling Ben was giving him. He heard Ben spit on his dick and start to rub the saliva up and down his shaft. He did this a few times and now Jeremiah could easily fuck Ben's hand if he wanted. Suddenly Ben's hand was focused on the head of Jeremiah's cock which caused his eyes to fly open. He was so close to cumming.
"Where did you go J," Ben teased.
Jeremiah gazed at his roommate and wondered what this dynamic was they were forming. It seemed like they were still sizing the other up. Ben would do one thing to raise the bar, which made Jeremiah want to do more to push it further. They were in the midst of a definite power play.
Jeremiah put the arm holding his shot glass on Ben's shoulder to steady himself. "Fuck Ben. Fuck-fuck-yes. Keep doing that to the tip of my dick." Jeremiah pulled back the hand he was using to jack Ben off, brought it to his mouth and licked it up and down, then placed it firmly around his roommate's cock and jacked him off as fast as he could. The heat from his spit met the warmth of Ben's cock; Ben's big, smooth balls slapped against Jeremiah's wrist and made the tall man shake. Jeremiah smiled, knowing Ben was just as close to cumming as he was.
A few feet away, Caleb had placed his fist over Ralph's and the two continued the double-jackoff session that Ralph had started. Then Caleb lowered his grip, squeezing his fist around both of their balls and clasped them together. Ralph moaned and hooked his free arm around Caleb's neck. This brought the two guys as close as possible, each of their foreheads resting against the other for support. Both guys knew they were working up to an intense orgasm, set to go off very soon.
"Duuuuude. I'm going to cum," Ralph panted. "You?"
Caleb's dick answered the question for him. The force of Caleb's cumshot was so big it hit Ralph's neck three times. Ralph's cumshot immediately followed. He wasn't a shooter. Instead his cum flowed over both cocks. Ralph rubbed the cum from his cock and Caleb's together. Both guys caught a look in the other's eyes that took them off guard. Quickly they stepped back and then sprawled on the floor to finish riding the wave of their orgasm.
Jeremiah couldn't decide how he wanted to end this game. He didn't like losing, especially when he made the rules. Yet, he didn't see the fun in simply cumming in a shot glass. His climax was building up. Ben's strokes on his dick were compromising the last of his self-control. In the heat of the moment Jeremiah took his free arm and pushed it under his dick. His tense body flung it's cumshot shot all over Ben's chest. Four long ropes of thick hot cum.
When Jeremiah opened his eyes he saw Ben smiling.
Ben took his hand off of Jeremiah's dick, rubbed it through the cum on his chest and then jacked himself off for the last few seconds that he needed. He positioned his shot glass in front of his dick as his hot build up spewed forth. It easily filled the glass before overflowing. Pleased with his performance Ben held the glass up high.
"Wooooohoo! Alright fuckers, any of you beat this?"
Ralph had filled his glass to the top as well, but poured half of it into Caleb's empty one, leaving both guys coming up short compared to Ben. Jeremiah's glass was empty though, making him the obvious pick for Rule #3.
"Better luck next time J. I like my underwear folded and sorted by color," Ben informed him. Then he strode past his roommates, to the door. Opening it, he walked out to the hallway completely naked, his spent dick swinging for anyone to see, toward the shower.