Cum Games

Everyone is 18.

One time in high school, my buddies Luke, Jordan and I were hanging out in my hot tub, laughing and having fun, as usual. I sat at the edge, toeing the hot water before sliding in, getting that pleasant feeling once you get your ass and your balls in. I remember thinking that the shorts were so unnecessary. When I was home alone, I always took off my shorts once I got in the hot tub. Then again, that was also always a prelude to jerking off with a jacuzzi jet. 

A thought flashed in my head. What if we all took off our shorts? Could be fun. Why haven’t we done that before? It’s not like any of us are scared of nudity, if the exhibitionist games of the tennis locker rooms have proven anything.

We were kind of a diverse trio of dudes, I was always relatively fit, but didn’t work out much outside of tennis. Luke had an attractive face, but not overly muscular; confident, but not quite cocky. Jordan was an average guy. He had a bit of baby fat longer than anyone else, basically an average fellow. The only thing that stuck out about him was his uncut dick. He was the only one I had ever seen like that. I remember when he first showed us in the locker room. We started to gather around. I was ballsy enough to even reach out and touch it. I pulled on the foreskin to see how long it could stretch. “Does that hurt?” I remember asking, stunned by the elasticity of his cock skin. “Nope,” he said casually, before I let go and watched it dangle. 

Girls liked us pretty well, but nothing more than average. In my head at least, I would imagine that when the three of us hung out together, girls would nudge each other and whisper, “Which one would you pick?” 

We’d been friends forever, but lately, something felt different. It wasn’t weird, exactly, just a shift in the air. Maybe it was the fact that we had started having sex with our girlfriends now, teetering on the edge of true manhood. 

It was Jordan who broke the silence first. “You ever sat on one of these jets the wrong way and kinda… enjoyed it?”

I smiled immediately, giving myself away. Jordan smiled back. “I knew it!”

“Yeah, actually. It’s legit.”

Luke raised an eyebrow, his expression hovering somewhere between disbelief and curiosity. “What’re you guys talking about?”

“Try it,” I said, gesturing toward the nearest jet.

He hesitated for a second, then with a shrug, he scooted closer, the water sloshing around him. He reached under the water and pulled his shorts down. I could see the top of his round butt cheeks stick out of the water as he positioned himself over the jet. Instantly, his entire body tensed and he giggled, then inhaled sharply, then was quiet. Within probably twenty seconds he convulsed, arching forward, and showing some more of his bare ass out of the water. He was literally cumming right in front of us. And then, laughter, loud and unrestrained, making his shoulders shake.

“What the fuck, man?” he asked when he finally pulled off of it, his voice cracking on the last syllable as he returned his shorts to his waist.

Jordan grinned, leaning back against the edge of the tub. “I knew it was a thing.”

I had a realization. "Dude, your jizz is floating around us right now." More laughter.

"Whatever," Luke scoffed, "it's the good shit anyway. Yours is probably all veggie flavored." I rolled my eyes. My vegan diet had always been a point of mockery.

From there, it spiraled. What started as a joke, morphed into something else entirely. We started comparing diets, lifestyles, habits and everything under the sun that would determine who had the "best cum". Who had the strongest genetics? Who drank the most water? Who ate the cleanest? It was ridiculous, sure, but also strangely captivating. There was something about the absurdity of it all that made it feel important.

At some point, Luke proposed a challenge. “What if we, like… tested it?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes serious. “See who’s got the best… male essence.”

Jordan and I exchanged a look, but neither of us said no. The idea was just ridiculous enough to excite, but somehow not so gay that we immediately woud say now. It was basically right up our alley, even if we’d never gone that far in our shenanigans before. And so, we found ourselves in my parents’ garage a few minutes later, the fluorescent lights casting everything in a harsh glow, as we prepared the experiment.

The setup was scientific, almost clinical. Three red cups, labeled X, Y, and Z, and a cooler filled with ice packs to keep everything fresh. It was perfect.

“Alright,” Jordan said, his voice breaking the silence. “Ready?”

I nodded, my stomach twisting in a way that had nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with the sheer absurdity of what we were about to do. Even if we had been friends for a long time, there was a certain lack of trust. To be honest, none of us were above cheating to win things.

“How are we going to verify samples?” asked Luke, always the science minded one.

“Yeah, how do we know we didn’t add something else to the mix?” I said, dumbing it down a bit for Jordan’s sake. 

“Guess we’ll have to just… do it in front of each other,” Jordan said, confirming my implication.

Luke and I nodded. We knew this was a possibiity when we first suggested it. Honestly, it was part of what made the idea more fun. But I never expected it to end up the way it did. We had three cups ready, but no one had moved to actually… produce our samples yet. The absurdity of the situation hung heavy in the air.

“So,” Luke said, breaking the silence with a nervous chuckle, “are we just gonna… stand here? Or are we actually doing this?”

Jordan shrugged, pulling out his phone. “Might as well make it interesting.” He opened a porn site, the screen glowing in the dim light of the garage. The video started playing, the sounds of moans and skin slapping against skin filling the space. It was surreal being in this weird, twisted version of a science experiment.

I glanced at Luke, who was already fumbling with his zipper. “Guess we’re doing this,” he muttered, his voice showing the awkwardness we were all feeling.

We dropped out shorts to mid thigh on the count of three, the air feeling cool against my skin. At first, it was mechanical, each of us focused on our own task, trying to ignore the growing tension. But then something shifted. The sounds from Jordan’s phone seemed to pull us in, the shared experience making it feel less like a joke.

Jordan was the first to groan, his head falling back as his hand moved faster. Luke followed soon after, his breathing quickening. I was last, my own rhythm faltering as I watched them, the intimacy of the moment, seeing their big, red, angry dicks achieve maximum size and squirting cum hitting me in a way I hadn’t expected.

One by one, we finished, our releases spilling into the cups we’d prepared. The smell of the cum hit me and gave me a strange sense of camaraderie. No one spoke for what felt like an eternity, the weight of what we’d just done settling over us like a fog, a little bit of post nut clarity, I think. But it was a good feeling, just… new.

“Well,” Jordan finally said, “that was… something.”

Luke let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Something.”

I couldn’t help but laugh too, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me. It was ridiculous. It was bizarre. It was us.

“Alright,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Samples are ready. Let’s do this.”

We shuffled the cups, their markings now completely unknown to us. The game was on, and there was no turning back.

We set up the tasting station with all the solemnity of a high-end wine tasting. There were no jokes now, no laughter, just the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights overhead and the occasional clink of ice as we shuffled the containers, so the markings on the bottom of the cups staying a secret.

We shuffled the cups several more times for good measure.

—[]—

"So," Jordan said, his voice cutting through the tension. "Who should we ask to judge?"

We really were stupid teen boys. We hadn’t even thought of who was going to judge this. We were too focused on producing the samples themselves.

Jordan pulled out his phone, positioning the cups in the frame like they were fine wine. "Which one of you ladies wants to be the judge of a little… taste test?" he typed, his grin widening as he hit send.

The responses came in almost immediately. "WTF is that?" one girl replied, followed by a string of laughing emojis. Another sent back, "You’re disgusting," with a screenshot of the photo circled in red. A third just blocked him outright.

"Yeah, no," Luke said, scrolling through the replies. "This is officially the worst idea we’ve ever had."

Jordan shrugged, unbothered. "Worth a shot."

Now we had a problem: a game with no judge, a test with no taster. It was as if we’d prepared a grand feast for Olympus and found ourselves godless.

But deep down, I think we all knew this was supposed to be our little secret. Something so ridiculous it could only exist among the three of us. The girls had their fun, and we had ours. And if that meant taste-testing each other’s… samples… then so be it. One of us just had to actually say it.

We stood in a triangle of shame, lit by the yellow buzz of my parents' garage fluorescents. The air smelled like gasoline, hockey pads, and the kind of moral ambiguity reserved for frat hazing and high school group chats. Our eighteen year old hormones were controlling things now. I broke the silence.

“One of us has to do it.”

Jordan leaned against the workbench, his arms crossed, sort of smirking. “Okay, but who’s gonna do it? Because I honestly don’t think I can.”

Luke snorted, running a hand through his slightly sweaty hair. “Oh, come on. You’re the one who suggested this whole thing. Doesn’t that make you, like, the resident expert?”

“Expert? Dude, I’m just here for the entertainment,” Jordan shot back, gesturing at the cups. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I’d win by default.”

“Bullshit,” Luke fired back. “You’re just scared you’ll lose.”

“Scared?” Jordan laughed sharply, almost defensive. “I’m not scared. I’m just saying, someone’s gotta be the guinea pig, and it’s not gonna be me.”

They both turned to look at me, their eyes beaming with challenge. “What about you, man?” Luke asked, his grin widening. “You’re always the neutral one. The tiebreaker. The voice of reason.”

“Voice of reason?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Since when?”

“Since literally right now,” Jordan said, clapping me on the shoulder. “Come on. It’s not like you’re not curious. We have to know.”

I hesitated, glancing at the cups. They were just sitting there, innocuous and unassuming, but the implications were anything but. This was stupid. This was insane. This was… oddly compelling.

“Fine,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Jordan quickly handed me the first cup, his expression a mix of excitement and mild disgust. “Good luck, man. May the best sample win.”

I took a deep breath, my hand trembling slightly as I raised the cup to my lips. The moment felt surreal, kind of deranged, how I imagined a frat ritual would be. But then again, I rarely backed down from a challenge.

Here goes nothing.

I tilted the cup until a stream of the jizz hit my tongue. The taste was… something. It was pungent, bitter, sharp, almost… citrusy? I played with it on my tongue for a moment, my face turning to a grimace. Luke and Jordan watched me carefully, curious. I quickly grabbed the second cup, ready to get this over with. There wasn’t enough to really drink it, so I dabbed it with my finger and put it on my tongue. It wasn’t very different from the first one, but somehow a little worse, in a way. 

“Bro,” Luke said, “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

When I tasted the third one, it was more like a little salty snack, not even bad.

“This one,” I said quickly, putting the cup down. “It’s the best. Not even bad, really.”

Jordan and Luke exchanged a look, their expressions unreadable. They had read the cups as I tilted them up. Jordan said, “It’s yours.”

“I won?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” Luke said, his voice tinged with amusement. “You picked yourself.”

The garage erupted in laughter, the sound so loud it bounced off the walls. Jordan doubled over, clutching his stomach, while Luke leaned against the fridge, his face red from laughing so hard. I stood there, frozen, my brain struggling to process what had just happened.

—[]—

“I - I’m sorry,” I stammered, my cheeks burning. “Does this make me a narcissist?”

“No, It makes you a connoisseur,” Luke managed to say between laughs. “Of your own work.”

Luke wiped a tear from his eye, his grin wide enough to split his face in two. “Alright, but who’s second place?”

“Honestly they’re the same,” I said, shrugging.

This led to a debate about how to differentiate between the other two samples. Ultimately, we decided I needed another taste.

“These samples are stale,” said Luke, “we need to make new ones.”

“They’re just gonna be the same again,” I said.

“Then you need the fresh ones,” said Jordan, beaming at me. I was getting nervous as hell, trying to figure out how this turned from a dumb competition into me being a cum guzzler. I consented with a quick nod, and the two of them looked at each other, before dropping their shorts again. This time, Luke kicked his off to the side. Jordan left his at his ankles. They loaded up another video, this time a gangbang of some slutty girl. She was on her knees to start, warming up all the dicks that were getting ready to fill her.

Luke and Jordan looked extra determined this time. Hard in seconds, they were stroking quickly, trying to get there. I sat down on a bench, an uncomfortable erection straining against my pants. I rubbed it gently over the fabric. The situation was too much to just sit here ignoring what was happening. After a few minutes, they were deep into their stroking, their dicks red and slick with pre-cum, while I watched them. I felt myself unable to look away, and, in an ostensible effort to hurry things up, I walked up to where they were standing, looked down at their hogs, and got on my knees. I was face to face with their dicks. I didn’t look them in the eye, just looked back and forth between their dicks, waiting for what would happen next. When neither of them took the reins, I swallowed a nervous gulp and said it.

“Just give it to me, guys. I’ll take it straight from the tap.”

They paused for a second, so I added, “it’ll make it go faster.”

That was the last brick in the wall coming down. Luke’s bigger cock was the first to press forward and touch my lips. I opened tentatively and licked the pre-cum off the head. It was so much better than the cum. I pulled away and said, “That’s actually not bad.”

They chuckled, and I was grateful the tension was lightening, but I still knew, this was breaking some sort of seal that would change things. I leaned forward again and sucked on the actual dick. It was just like skin. It felt like no big deal. When he let out a pleasured breath and pressed forward toward my throat, that’s when it felt like I was really doing something. I swirled my tongue around the head and tugged on his balls. He told me to watch my teeth, and I only have to hear that once. I wrapped my lips and started really putting my neck muscles into it. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jordan’s average sized, uncut dick standing strong and proud. It looked a little lonely, so I grabbed it to keep it hard. When I saw a drop of pre-cum escape the tip, I pulled him closer and switched to his dick. I saw him put an arm around Luke’s shoulder for balance while I sucked and jerked both of them. I couldn’t explain the rationale of why this had turned out how it did, but if deciding who’s cum was better meant anything, then that was enough of a reason for me at the time. I watched their bodies tense up close as I edged them one at a time, until they got a bit impatient. Luke started grabbing my head and pressing hard, even getting into my throat on some thrusts. I could tell he loved that, because he pushed harder again and tried to make it happen repeatedly. I could literally feel the need in his body, he was so ready to cum. When I pulled off, teasing his orgasm and switching back to Jordan, he used his energy to press my head onto Jordan. He was just as horny, thrusting back as Luke pushed my head onto him. A seal had been opened, and I found a weird comfort level in having their private parts in my mouth. It was bro bonding.

Jordan came unexpectedly, flooding my mouth with more cum than I expected. I reached up to hold the base of his shaft, and felt the throbbing, counting the pulses. He got up to almost 11, even if the last squirt was just a drop. I savored the taste, remembering the supposed point of this experiment, paying attention to the bitterness, the heat of it. It really was different when it was straight from their dicks. He slipped out of my mouth when he was done, and I drank it down. Luke wasted no time and pressed into me again, staying in my throat. He pushed through a couple of my gags as I bobbed my head in rhythms with his thrusts. I milked him until he quietly said, “ok,” and then slowly thrust, staying in my throat as he emptied himself. He stayed like that for a while. When he pulled out, I took a deep breath as his cock stood straight in the air, not losing an ounce of hardness. 

My voice was somewhat hoarse as I muttered, “you came in my throat.” He looked at me quizzically until I explained. “I didn’t taste it.”

He laughed, like he hadn’t even been thinking about the competition at all. Jordan was putting his clothes back on as he declared, “that means I win by default.” Luke didn’t even respond. The competition had lost all meaning when it came to the shift in dynamic it had elicited among us. All he said was, “guess we’ll have to do another round sometime.”

We tossed the samples. Burned the cups. Swore an oath never to tell a soul.

But in that fluorescent-lit temple of teenaged idiocy, something permanent had formed within our  hormonal, eighteen year old dynamic. A brotherhood forged in shame, laughter, and probably a bit too much trust.

We never did a challenge like that again, but it wasn’t the last time I sucked their dicks. I would suck them on sleepovers, even at school a couple times. I would remind them, once in a while, that I had the best nut among us, as proven by a blind study. They would remind me that I was the taster, skewing the results, and it would devolve into an oral suck sesh, where we were all the winner.