Cum Games — Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Back in the Hot Tub

Luke, Jordan and I notably avoided talking about what happened, but we exchanged looks. Knowing looks. I had first period with Luke, and he sat just in front of me but to the right. Ever since we had that event in my garage, I thought about his thick rod resting in his pants. I would even catch him getting hard sometimes during class, as we all do sometimes. I would watch him adjust, and get a bit of a thrill myself. I had always been good with the ladies, having lost my virginity and everything, but my new excitement was definitely my friends’ dicks.

My porn habits had already changed too. I still watched girls, but it was the guys that mattered more and more. I started filtering by the ones with big, thick cocks, pink and rigid, something too big to ignore. If it wasn’t long and veiny enough to make the girl gasp, I wasn’t interested. I wanted to see her get fully taken, and at the same time, I knew I was projecting. My favorite part of that afternoon in the garage had been when Luke held my head steady and slid himself into my throat. I remember the stretch, the burn, the pressure in my chest, and somehow it all felt perfect. Like I had found something I didn’t know I needed. I wasn't even touching myself, but I’d never been that turned on in my life. 

He caught me staring one day. I’d been zoning out, eyes locked on the tented fabric of his pants, thinking about the big boner inside. When I looked up, he was already watching me with a knowing smirk, like he'd been waiting for me to notice him watching me back. My face flushed and I rolled my eyes, trying to act like it was nothing, but my pulse was racing. He turned back to face the front of the room, acting like nothing happened.

A minute later, he raised his hand and asked to go to the bathroom. As he stood, he gave a long stretch, arms up, shirt lifting just enough to flash his toned abs. Then, as he passed my desk, he gave himself a casual but deliberate grab, fingers wrapping around his bulge in a way that made it obvious he wanted me to see it. He didn’t look at me, but I knew. The boldness made gave me a tingle of nerves, and before I even realized what I was doing, I raised my hand to ask for a pass too.

He was waiting for me just outside the classroom door. When I stepped out, he gave me a smirk, that same cocky confidence. Then he turned and started walking up the stairs. I followed, heart pounding that this was going to happen again, our steps echoing in the empty stairwell. The third floor was almost always deserted, and he knew that. The boys bathroom up there had one stall, no lock, and a slightly flickering light. It was fun being sneaky, and nerve wracking thinking about what I was about to do.

When he pulled it out, it sprang to life like it had a mind of its own, thick and flushed, veins pulsing with his heartbeat. He gave me a sort of serious look. He was focused. He knew how badly I had wanted this since the garage, and now it was happening again. I reached for it, feeling the heat and heft in my hand. It was hard like a piece of metal under skin. My fingers barely wrapped around the girth of it as I held him steady, my heart thudding in my ears.

Once I took it into my mouth, he melted into me. He grabbed the back of my head and started guiding me like he’d done this a hundred times. Maybe he had been thinking about this as much as I had. There was a new confidence in his grip, a rhythm to the way he fed himself into my mouth. He was almost rough with me, controlling what he needed to. I closed my eyes tightly as I adjusted to his cock pounding into my throat. I let him take over, my hands on his thighs, feeling the tension build in him with every push. He only pulled out when I gagged, pausing just long enough to see if I was good to keep going, then slid right back in. His balls tapped against my chin with each thrust, their soft, rhythmic slap grounding me, letting me know I was doing everything I needed to do. There was something deeply satisfying about being used like that, about helping a friend feel incredible and knowing I was the one doing it. Really incredible. 

When he was close, he pulled out, but I couldn’t hide how badly I wanted it. My mouth opened instinctively, tongue out, eyes on him like I was begging. He stroked himself fast, resting the head of his cock on my tongue, and the first rope shot straight to the roof of my mouth. It was hot, thick, and sticky, and I let it coat me. He kept going, smaller spurts hitting my cheek, my nose, even my forehead, and I didn’t move, just let it happen as he watched me soak it in.

Then he turned, casually wiping himself off, but his bare backside was right in front of me. I stared at his smooth, pale cheeks, and something inside me flipped. Still holding myself through my pants, I leaned in and kissed him, just a small, reverent press of my lips on his skin. He paused, like he wasn’t expecting it, but didn’t stop me. That was all the permission I needed. I kept going, gently licking between his cheeks, inhaling his dense musk, and tasting his most vulnerable area. I held the curve of his hip and moved my head lower. The scent hit me. It was sweaty and earthy, masculine. A month ago, it might’ve grossed me out. But now it was like I craved it. I grabbed both cheeks, pulled them apart, and let my tongue explore, slowly and curiously at first, but soon with confidence. He was letting me, even leaning into it a little.

I kept working him with my tongue in circles, even darting my tongue into his hole at times, feeling him twitch and shift while I did it. When I reached between his legs I found he was still rock hard, and I wrapped my hand around his shaft. It was wet with cum and spit, and I gripped the end firmly and stroked quickly. He let out little moans like he couldn't control it. I stroked him faster and faster while still tasting every inch of him with my mouth, letting his cheeks smother me. His breath was coming in short gasps, and his legs started to tremble. By now I knew when he was about to cum, and he let out a forceful squirt onto the wall as his body jerked against me, streaking the pale tile. He leaned forward, one hand braced against the wall, the other gripping the handle of the toilet stall to steady himself. I stood slowly, wiping the spit from my mouth, and saw the stunned look on his face as he turned around, half disbelief, half awe. He didn’t even say anything, just gave me a look like what the fuck did you do to me?

The bell rang. We had missed the entire rest of the class.

As we stepped out of the third-floor bathroom, the hallway was filled with students exiting classes, but no one even glanced at us. We just gave each other a small, wordless nod, a subtle acknowledgment, and split off in different directions. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world, as weird as that sounds, and basically skipped to second period.

He texted me later that day. “Sleepover this weekend at your house.”

I was ready for it. “Who should we invite?”

“Everyone”

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Jordan, Luke, Blake, and Ryan all showed up to my house around 7pm on Friday. My parents were out late. We all piled into the hot tub, like usual, and I had set up our makeshift outside-TV setup so we could stream shows. We threw on an episode of Game of Thrones for Jordan, who hadn’t seen it.

“Wow, that was a lotta boobs,” he said at the end, blinking.

We laughed, and pretty soon the conversation turned to porn, like it often did. Big-titted Latinas, milfs, step-sisters, all the usual categories. Then, suddenly, Blake leaned back and said, half-joking, half-not, “I could go for a blowjob so bad right now.”

Jordan, without thinking, pointed at me and blurted, “He could do it.”

Everyone looked at me. Luke’s eyes locked on mine.

“No,” I said quickly. But my face was red. They knew.

“Okay, yeah,” I added, “But it was just an experiment.”

Ryan tilted his head. “And was it fun?”

I nodded. “Kind of. Yeah.”

Ryan and Blake stared at me, Jordan smiled, his dumb face not even realizing what he had started, and Luke got a glint in his eye, appreciating what was about to happen.

We talked and I admitted it was fun, but it was really just a jizz contest. That led to a discussion over who had the biggest dick. We didn’t do a full contest, but they all whipped them out. My mind focused quickly, picturing them all jizzing into my mouth. I wanted to know how big and hard they all got. Luckily, Luke suggested that comparing hard would be more informative, and a minute later every had stood up and dropped their shorts to mid thigh or all the way into the water and we were wanking ourselves in a proper circle jerk. Jordan threw on some typical blonde bimbo porn, but I was focused on the show in front of me. The different dicks were so interesting. In addition to mine, I got to watch four buddies and the different sizes, different shades of reddish white, the angles, the thickness, the lengths. Jordan was the only uncut one, an average sized sharpei among a group of ravenous bulldogs. 

I knew what my purpose was here. I reached out and grabbed Blake’s dick, and he didn't even flinch, just moved his hand away. His was the biggest, even before everyone was fully hard, it was becoming clear. I leaned forward and put the head in my mouth, just like I had learned to do. I was careful of my teeth, and massaged him with my tongue. The noise escaping his throat told me I was doing it right, and soon his hands were playing with my wet hair. He didn't seem to react with any surprise that I was doing it. Maybe  after Jordan's surprise admission, he saw it on my face that I was going to be doing this. Maybe they all had.

Ryan was impatient, wagging his throbber by the base. “Me next.” 

I grabbed it by the middle of the shaft, feeling it harden under my touch while I started to move my hand up and down. I was comparing the dicks in my head while I played with them. It was simple, and it was fun. Soon, Luke and Jordan were approaching me from the other side.

The four of them shared me in a kind of rhythm. I let them pass me between each other, moving from lap to lap or hand to hand, each guy taking his turn while I gave in willingly. My knees were getting sore against the floor of the hot tub, so I shifted around now and then, finding new angles, new ways to please them. At one point, my shorts long gone, and I stood up in the steaming water, my own big erection stiff and proud, twitching slightly from the stimulation. I bent forward to take Ryan again, and this time he grabbed a firm handful of my butt, which was now out of the water, and he pulled me closer. “Does he do any other tricks?” he asked, his voice eager.

Apparently, Luke had a flashback to our session in the boys bathroom. “Well… there’s this.” 

He pulled my head slowly off of Ryan’s dick, and turned himself around, presenting his plump, taut butt cheeks to me again. I stared for a moment, and Luke leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of the jacuzzi. His cheeks parted just a little, and I could see that pink hole again. It didn’t have the musk from before, bathed in the chlorine, but it was just as enticing. I licked my lips, and he leaned back. I held my place as his cheeks enveloped my face, and I stuck out my tongue to taste that hole again. I could hear Ryan laughing, and the others chuckling as well, as I dove right in.

“I didn’t know this was a thing guys did,” Blake said innocently as he came closer, inspecting my work on Luke's hole. He started tapping his dick on my head, then on my cheek. It was leaving a trail of pre-cum that left a string on my face, and even on Luke’s ass as it made contact. I kept digging into Luke’s ass with my tongue while he failed to hold in a moan. I reached up and grabbed Blake’s dick. He must have been close already because in a minute he said, “I’m gonna cum, bro,” and I pulled off of Luke’s ass just as he started blasting on my face. I took him in my mouth and sucked his load out of him until he was too sensitive and pulled out. 

Luke had waited patiently while I tended to Blake, and his quivering hole was waiting for me when I turned back to him. I was in a certain extra sort of mood, and spit the load out onto Luke’s ass before making out with it again, sort of pushing the load into his hole with my tongue.

“Wild,” said Ryan, who was watching eagerly, stroking himself.

When Luke was pushed far enough to the edge, he turned around, his big meat pole throbbing in my face. I leaned forward and pushed him gently back until he sat on the edge of the tub, water dripping from his chest and thighs. His eyes closed, jaw clenched, and I bobbed steadily until he let out a deep grunt and came hard, his whole body tensing. I swallowed what I could and wiped the rest from my lips.

I looked up and Ryan was already waiting, sitting right next to him, his cock standing tall. I moved over and took him without a word, letting the rhythm take over again. My jaw ached a little by now, but I was in the zone. The hot water, the warm skin, the soft moans all kept me going. When he finished, I barely had a moment before Jordan pulled me over to his thick rod, and then Blake, again. They just kept sitting in a row on the edge of the tub. I didn’t rush, giving each one my best. I wanted them to enjoy it. That was sort of the point of it by now. By the time I’d taken all their loads at least once, I expected some sort of post-nut regret, but these horny boys were basically ready for round two. However, my throat was sore and my stomach felt heavy with everything they’d given me. I tried to swallow most of it, but finally gave up and leaned over the side to spit out the last load from Blake, watching it dissolve into the grass. 

Naturally, Luke was the first to initiate another round after I finished with the lineup.

“My neck is sore,” I said, and saw his face drop a little bit. He sat back down into the hot water with the other guys.

“But you can still use my mouth,” I said, sinking lower in the tub, letting the warm water rise to my chin as I leaned back against the smooth wall. Luke grinned, stood tall again, and walked over with that same easy confidence, his erection bobbing in front of him. He straddled my shoulders, squatting down slowly until his weight settled on my chest and his cock pressed against my lips. I opened up and let him slide in deep.

He pushed into my throat slowly, then picked up a rhythm, gripping the back of my head and using me like a mounted fleshlight. I grabbed his ass and let my fingers explore, sliding down between his cheeks. When I slipped a finger inside him, his whole body tensed and I could tell he liked it. I worked it in and out, then added a second, curling them gently as he moaned and sank deeper into my throat, barely letting me breathe. The sensation must’ve overwhelmed him, because with the second finger, he suddenly pulsed hard in my mouth and spilled another thick load straight down my throat, holding me there until he was fully spent.

From there, it was like the rest of them knew what to do.

One by one, they lined up in the steamy haze, each taking a turn squatting over me and using my mouth however they wanted. It was hot being a piece of furniture for them. The water sloshed with each shift of weight. I kept my hands at my sides and let them guide everything, my throat sore but open, my body relaxed in the bubbling warmth. Some were quick even after multiple loads, others took their time, but they all finished in me. Blake, as usual, took the longest, groaning and rocking his hips with more intensity as he neared the edge.

It felt surreal, my face wet from water and them, and the moment drawn out like a slow-motion dream I didn’t want to end. 

When we were done, we barely talked about it. It felt more natural to move on and talk about classes, sports, girls and everything else we normally connected on. We stayed naked in the tub, letting the bubbles work against our skin as the heat gradually dipped. I turned the dial down a few degrees so we wouldn’t get lightheaded, and we just floated there in the aftermath, heads resting on the edge, limbs draped casually. Luke picked a loud and stupid movie to stream, some action piece with car chases and guns. I couldn’t tell you a single thing that happened in it. I wasn’t really watching. I was replaying everything in my mind, each pulse in my throat, every load in my body, soaking in the warmth of it all. I felt light. It was really the coolest fucking way to spend a Friday night, and I was looking forward to the new dynamic we were forming.