Stupid No Nut November Game With Michael

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

Michael, the guy whose dad married my mom last year, and I joined a group of friends from school to have a no nut November challenge, and things have taken a turn. Apparently the big NNN can do things to a boy. In our group challenge, anyone who loses has to pay $100 into a fund, and all the winners are going to share a "kegger" party with the proceeds. None of my friends have ever even had beer, as far as I know, so I don't even know what that party will end up looking like. 

Michael and I were chill. We had shared a room for about a year since my mom and his dad got together, and for the most part it feels normal by now. At first I hated sharing a room with anyone, especially another guy my age, because it meant giving up all the privacy I was used to. I had to move my evening jerk off sessions from my bed to the bathroom, and it annoyed me at first, but eventually it became part of the routine.

We went to the same school, and nothing really changed between us once I got used to his presence. We did homework on opposite sides of the room, complained about the same teachers, and got ready for bed at the same time. There were nights when I heard him jerking off under his blankets, soft rhythmic noises that stopped the second he realized I might be awake. I pretended not to notice because that is the natural, unspoken rule between guys. It always ended quickly, and neither of us mentioned it.

For the NNN challenge, somehow, the "honor system" was challenged in the group, and we somehow came up with the idea that we all have to post a daily dick pic in the group chat to prove we aren't beating it. If anyone doesn't submit their daily pic, they have to pay the $100, even if they don't actually fail NNN. I don't even know why we agreed to this, but once we were in, we were all trapped in the same hormonal meltdown about not beating our dicks.

Michael and I were both in the chat. For some reason, I had no problem opening up the pics of all of my friend's dicks, but I felt like his was going to be different for me. I thought it would be too close to home, and it just felt weird for some reason. We didn’t even add each other to the group chat. Someone else did, and suddenly we were just in the mix together. We were in the same grade, so we had a lot of overlapping friends, and I guess it was inevitable that we would both be in on the challenge.

On day one, we all saw Jeremy’s giant cock and couldn’t believe it, and then David posted his, showing he had the smallest little pinkie finger of a dick, which he owned so confidently that it became a running joke immediately. I posted my cock after my morning shower, with a vase of roses and a candle behind it, stuff that my Mom keeps in our upstairs bathroom. It was sort of a joke, but I honestly liked that it turned out sort of "classy". I don't have a small cock, so I'm also not really shy about showing it if the moment fits. A bunch of guys hearted my pic. Jeremy commented, "Damn second biggest," and another said, "Damn, how romantic. I'd go gay for you." It was all weirdly validating even though it was just for jokes.

A fleeting thought passed through my mind that it was weird that I was showing my cock to Michael, but I barely had a moment to register it when a thumbnail from him appeared in the chat just a few seconds after mine, and from our shared bedroom. Seeing the thumbnail already shocked me, but opening the pic to full size made my stomach flip.

His cock was even bigger than Jeremy's.

I had not thought that was possible. The thing was HUGE, swinging up thick and heavy and hard as steel, a real man's cock with veins and everything. And my bed was visible in the background which made it feel even more surreal. I could see the curves of his torso, his abs tight enough to show shadows, and his bubble butt from the side, round and muscular in a way that reminded me of a girl's ass, a bit of juiciness to it. I felt such a weird internal conflict the moment I looked at it. I somehow never realized any of this about him, even though we've shared a room for over a year now.

It was bizarre to see his full body nude in the mirror of our shared room, like I had accidentally stepped into some alternate version of our life. His whole reflection filled the frame, and he stood there with this confidence I had never seen from him before, one hand holding his phone, the other resting casually on his hip like he took pics like this all the time.

He wasn’t just showing his boner because those were the rules. He was showing off. He felt hot at that moment and he wanted every guy in the chat to see exactly how hot he was. The way he angled himself made it obvious he knew exactly what he was working with. He looked proud of it, and the pride hit me harder than anything. I always thought of him as the guy who hid under oversized hoodies and gym shorts, but this was a completely different side of him.

He was definitely a grower. I had seen him soft a hundred times, walking around in the room after a shower or changing before bed, and never realized he was packing something close to nine inches and thick like a soda can. Seeing it hard made something warm twist in my stomach, like I suddenly understood why he had such a casual confidence, never needing to prove himself.

The replies from the guys were instant chaos. They went feral in the chat like barbarians. "What the FUCKKKK" one of them sent. Another said, "Jesus christ he has enough for three dicks." Someone else wrote, "Bro how is that even attached to you."

Michael replied almost immediately, "Yeah I'm kinda big," like it was no big deal, like he hadn’t just dropped a nuclear bomb into the group chat. 

I went back to the room, and he was in nothing but underwear. He bent over to grab his jeans from the floor, and I subconsciously looked right at his ass cheeks filling out those briefs. And when he stood up, my eyes snapped straight to his package before I could even try to play it cool. It wasn’t subtle. It was like my whole brain tunneled in on it and forgot every other detail in the room. The print sat heavy and obvious, since he was still half hard, bouncing slightly as he moved, and all I could think about was how the pic from the chat wasn’t exaggerated at all. It looked like a hefty piece of meat in motion.

He didn’t act weird about me being there. He just kept dressing like he had done a thousand times. It was normal for me to walk in right as he was half naked and even swinging dong, but it was normally soft and normal looking, not a monster. He pulled his shirt over his head, and I had to say something. I couldn’t keep pretending I didn’t notice. But the words stuck in my mouth, so what came out was a little messy.

“Dude… you’re… kinda huge.” It sounded stupid the second it left my lips.

He laughed under his breath, a quick smug sound he never made around me before. “Yeah? Didn’t know that?” he said. He stretched a little in front of the mirror and played with his slightly messy dark brown curls above his pale face, like he knew I was still looking.

“Not like that,” I said, and I felt my face heat up. There wasn’t a good way to clarify without making it weirder, so I shut up.

He grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “Guess the chat found out before you did,” he said. There was a new confidence in his voice.

We talked about normal stuff for a minute. Homework, what teacher was giving a pop quiz, if we were riding bikes or taking the bus. But the whole time, my attention kept drifting back to how casually he moved around the room in his underwear, letting me absorb the fact that Michael had been hiding a whole secret weapon this entire time.

Eventually, I left for zero period. He stayed behind, still in our room, playing on his phone. When I walked out the door, I felt this weird sense that I didn't want to leave him alone. I wanted to hang out with him. It was like I wanted to be closer to him than I was. The pic had shocked me, and I couldn't get his body out of my head.

I met up with some of the guys at school. We generally agreed as a group that none of us understood how sending dick pics proved we were actually staying pure, but no one wanted to question it because the group mentality had its own rules, and the rules didn’t have to make sense. It was weird that you had to show your wood to prove you were still horny. I woke up hard as a rock every day, even if I had beat it four times the night before. I guess the point was to do something to acknowledge you were still in it. The group chat aspect of it all made it weirdly competitive, and guys who I thought were shy suddenly compared angles, lighting, and how intense their morning boners were. It had bonded us in a weird way.

One thing we agreed on was that in reality, Jeremy was the real instigator among us who had pushed for that rule. We agreed that he just wanted to show off his big cock, unaware that he would be upstaged by Michael's uncontested champion dong. Either way, there had been very little logic involved.

The day passed uneventfully, my mind elsewhere through every class.

—[]—

I saw Michael again after school, watching TV in the living room with a bunch of old baseball cards pulled out for some reason. He didn't act like anything was different between us. I guess to him nothing had really changed. But to me, I just couldn't look at him in the same way. It felt like he was a different person, revealing his huge secret like that. It was like he was winning some sort of competition between us. 

"How's your first day going?" he asked, snapping me out of a trance while I was sort of just staring at him without realizing it.

"Oh, No Nut November? So far so good. I guess it wouldn't hit me til the first night, how 'bout you?"

"I mean, I skipped my morning beat off sesh, and I already hate it," he said, scratching his balls over his sweatpants.

The next couple days were sort of uneventful at the house. The only difference was that he was on my mind a lot. I was more aware of his presence, and when he would undress for bed. I slept a little more restlessly, likely due to not beating it, and I could hear him shifting around as much as I was. 

By day three, several of the guys had already failed, including "little" David, so we didn't have to see his little hotdog anymore. Apparently, guys were being honest and just admitting when they failed, which was pretty cool of them. It strengthened my resolve, at least.

By the end of the first week, Michael and I were commiserating about how brutal it was to not be able to spank it. The lack of emissions had set the stage for everything that happened next. It cranked the tension in our room higher every day, even before either of us realized how much it was messing with us. We were questioning why we even agreed to go along with it. And having seen Michael's big dick every day in the group chat, it was clearly harder for me than for him, although I couldn't really admit that to him yet.

"It's not like I'm hard all the time," I said one night from my bed, a week into the challenge.

"Exactly!" he interjected as he tossed his pants into the corner laundry bin, "It's just a horniness deep inside. Like I gotta bust it out. It's killing me."

"Same," I said with an exhale, before turning over to try and avoid looking at him as I closed my eyes.

Later that night, I woke up from a restless, horny sleep to sounds of Michael's bed creaking and his blanket ruffling, just loud enough to pull me out of a strange sex dream. I rolled onto my side and looked over to Michael's bed. He was lying on his back, but not exactly asleep. He wasn't fully awake, but he was stirring. His eyes were half open, unfocused, like he was dreaming and awake at the same time.

His hand was moving, slow and mechanical at his crotch, the way a guy does when he’s lazily jerking it. It took me a moment of sleepy blinking to realize what he was doing. His impressive cock was hard as steel, pointing toward his face over his abs while he ran his fist up and down its girthiness.  I called him out instinctively and got up, ignoring the fact that I had a huge boner myself, and approached his bed. At first I was surprised that he was still doing it in front of me, but then I realized it was like he didn't know I was there, even though I was saying, "Hey, what're you doing?" over and over. Once I realized he was basically sleep jerking, I just froze, staring. He was touching himself without even realizing it, trapped by his instinct to pleasure himself. And he was failing the challenge.

“Michael,” I whispered again, close enough that my breath was hitting his ear.

He started to wake up, but he didn’t stop jerking it. He blinked at me, barely conscious, not yet recognizing what he was doing, and he let out this tiny frustrated sound. He whispered, in a confused voice, "What are you...?" but he paused, his tight fist frozen on the head of his cock. He looked down, and before he even processed what was happening, he closed his eyes in pleasure, and lost the No Nut November challenge right there, half awake, half aware, still with that sleepy confused joy on his face. 

His cock reached a maximum size that was even larger than before. I watched his whole crotch throb and pulse as his orgasm started, and just as the large, round head of his cock swelled and turned an even darker red, his pent up load of jizz shot up in the air and over his head, hitting the headboard of his bed. I backed away and watched it continue to land on his nude, toned upper body as he sleepily squeezed the head of his dick, enjoying the sensations of an orgasm like it was his first time again.

Right about when he finished squirting his load, his eyes widened just enough for him to understand what he’d done.

“Dude,” I said softly. “You awake?”

He pressed his hand to his forehead and groaned. “I… yeah. I think. I don’t know. I didn’t mean to.” His voice cracked a little. “I was dreaming..." 

He looked down at his big cock in his hand, as if to confirm what just happened. "I just lost the contest. Fuck.”

I chuckled. "Yeah, big time."

He started looking around, his arms frozen in place, and I knew what he needed. It's just a guy thing.I picked up a pair of underwear off the floor, knowing silently that it was always his cum rag, and tossed it onto him. 

He nodded to thank me, and wiped himself up while I sat back on my bed to give him some privacy. He pulled the blanket up to his chest but didn’t look angry, just embarrassed. We didn't talk about it. It was the middle of the night, and we both needed to get back to sleep. We turned away from each other silently and curled up under our respective blankets.

I kept replaying the moment in my head, the way he met my eyes right before he nutted all over himself, like he didn’t have the strength to stop himself. Something about it made me feel sort of comfortable, like I had gotten a glimpse inside, and he wasn't a superior god compared to me, just another guy, who just happened to have a huge cock. I was filled with this sort of calmness inside. Having seen him in action up close was like getting some closure to what had been ignited when I first "discovered" him at the beginning of the contest. I was so horny, I barely slept, but eventually my mind allowed itself to drift off.

—[]—

We didn’t talk about it the next morning. He acted normal, brushing his teeth while scrolling his phone, but I could tell he was feeling down. Very down for some reason. I felt kind of bad that he was out of the contest, but I thought of the perfect way to show solidarity. 

When he closed the door, and I heard him step into the shower, I made my move. My heartbeat sped up. I remembered his half-open eyes, the small helpless sound he made. I thought about how he was feeling now that he was out of the contest and owed the group $100.

So I walked in without knocking. The whole bathroom was filled with steam, and he didn't hear me enter yet. 

I saw his misty silhouette through the glass door as he washed himself, clearing away the shame from last night.

I coughed to make my presence known.

“Dude, did you need something?” he called from behind the glass.

“I'm gonna fail the contest too, out of solidarity, if you want," I said quickly, before I could talk myself out of it.

He froze, and just like I had hoped, I saw the silhouette of his giant cock start to flinch through the foggy glass.