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Chapter 3: Dick-lympics
The group chat ran all week.
By Wednesday it had a name, rules set for competition, and an argument between Bradley and Jimmy about scoring methodology. We talked about everything, making ourselves more and more horny talking about jerking off and cumming and all the different ways two males can “win” at something below the waist.
I had contributed almost nothing to any of it, mostly just reading the thread in class while people around me did their classwork. It was a genuinely heated discussion by Friday morning, and that’s when Jimmy escalated things.
Jimmy: One loser should have to take it in the butt
Bradley: Yes
I finally chimed in.
Me: WHAT
I shook my head to myself, thinking there was no way. There were limits. We all had limits. That wasn’t going to happen. I dropped my phone and tried not to think about it again.
—[]—
I was as excited as I was scared, and yet there I was on Friday night, walking to Bradley's house alone in the dark.
The walk was short. I had taken it before, when Bradley and I were just guys who knew each other from school. But that version of the walk felt like a long time ago. We weren’t close. He was a little too intimidating. He called me “kid”, reminding me that I was smaller than him. But I was aware of him and had been to events at his place. Now, we had developed a bizarre relationship based around our dicks, and the fever was spreading. He said he was inviting multiple people tonight, jocks who didn’t like to lose.
I was grinning by the time I got to his block.
Bradley's house was nice, kind of big, and fancy. The lights were on, the door was unlocked, music was playing. I walked in and counted eight guys in the first thirty seconds, some from the team I knew by name, some I knew by face, all of them loosely from school. They were mostly all taller than me, and notable more athletic, and more “cool” if that makes sense. They had good haircuts, and clothes. I didn’t exactly feel self conscious, rather I just sort of noticed that I didn’t really know how to dress for a party compared to them.
Jimmy found me near the door before I'd fully taken my jacket off. He had been waiting for me. I saw it in his eyes. He was a bit crazy, and the glimmer of anticipation as he looked at me made me hard, knowing that my dick was in for a wild ride tonight.
"You made it," he said.
"I said I was coming."
"I know. I just wanted to see your face when you got here." He handed me a drink from somewhere. "Cole," he said, turning to the guy beside him, "this is him."
Cole was tall, maybe an inch taller than Bradley, with light blonde hair that looked like it dried that way, maybe a little bit of a “surfer” vibe, and a jaw that seemed structurally unfair to the rest of us. He had a wide posture. He was a dude who didn’t appear to have anything to be self-conscious about. He looked at me with a little smirk. I sensed that he had been told something about me.
"The classroom guy," Cole said.
"Jimmy," I said, embarrassed.
"Hey, he told me in like five words. Barely counts." Cole extended his hand and shook mine like a normal person, which made the whole thing more surreal, not less.
I felt Bradley before I saw him. Cole looked over my shoulder, his eyes widening. Faces in the room were turning toward the space behind me, getting silent. I turned around slowly, my face burning, to see Bradley, doing a handstand in the archway leading into the dining room, wearing nothing but a pair of pink, girls’ underwear, his muscular glutes stuffed into a lacy piece of fabric that didn’t really cover anything.
“What up?” he said loudly, and the guys started to holler, their own version of clapping for him.
Someone turned the music up, and Bradley dropped his feet to pop upward, landing next to me, his thick bulge almost touching me, his athletic form and defined muscles back in my aura, but this time he was essentially naked.
"Glad you came," he said.
He handed me a red cup that he was somehow holding, although I hadn’t even seen where he got it from. He didn't say anything else. Another handful of guys walked in through the door, chuckled when they saw him, and Bradley clapped once over his head, walking toward them.
“Sup FUCKERS!” he said with a laugh.
The evening ran loosely for a while. I relaxed into it, chatting with the jock types I hadn’t really connected with before, until I almost forgot why we were there.
Bradley flicked the lights off and on around nine-thirty.
"Basement," he said, to the room, in a mischievous tone. The guys were already moving. Two guys near the kitchen looked at each other said nothing, and stayed where they were. I guess they knew what was happening, and weren’t ready yet. It was just for people who wanted to be there.
I went down them with them, my shoulders brushing the taller, more muscular guys as we filed into the stairwell.
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The basement was finished and clean, and the furniture appeared to have been rearranged with space in the middle, multiple couches lining the walls facing the center. A big TV on the wall, probably eighty inches or so, threatened to provide stimulation.
There were strips of painter's tape on the floor marking distances. I stood and watched as the guys gathered around, everyone at a different level of understanding. I pretended to be as confused as them. A table against the wall had a few bags on it, the contents still a mystery. A low, wooden bench ran along one wall. The recessed lighting was dimmed.
Seven of us had made it down. Bradley stood in the middle of the cleared space, his pink panties bulging with dick and ass muscles.
"Alright guys, so we’ve got… three events," he said. "Points for each. Whoever has the most at the end wins."
He paused. "What they win is mostly the satisfaction."
What else do they win? I wondered in my head, waiting for someone to say it.
"And everyone else's respect," Jimmy said, wrapping an arm around me for some reason.
Bradley looked at him.
"This guy chose the name," Jimmy said, rubbing my hair like I was a little boy, making me grimace and giggle at the same time.
"It was a group effort."
“Whatever,” Bradley said, raising his hands like he didn’t know how to say the next thing. “Welcome to the Dick-lympics.”
There low chuckles, and apparently most people got enough of a warning to be prepared, because shirts came off quickly as the guys started to chat with each other. I tentatively took mine off as well. Then guys started taking off their pants, the conversation getting louder, flooding out my thoughts as the room started to spin around me.
“Gentlemen,” Bradley said loudly, quickly quieting the room.
We all turned to look at him.
“Let the games begin.”
The TV behind him suddenly turned on, as if he had somehow set a perfect timer, and a video started with a big titted girl on her knees surrounded by several large dicks, all of them vying for space in her mouth while she voraciously pleased as many of them as she could.
The guys started to go wild, audibly and physically, shoving each other like a mosh pit had formed. I was intimidated, and freakishly turned on.
Bradley drew attention to himself again as he ceremoniously reached for the waistband of his pink panties, quickly dropping them to his ankles. He stood there, cock and balls out, half hard already, and the group cheered louder. These guys were animals.
In seconds, I was the only one in the room not completely bare-assed. I was surrounded by dicks and butts, half of them hard, the other half on their way, most of them bigger than me, and I wasn’t like a “little dude” down there.
I looked around and found Jimmy’s large monster, proudly on its way toward its natural majesty, while he chatted with the guy next to him about his size, a red cup in one hand, his other held out in front of himself as he humped the air, like he was telling a story about a girl taking his big dick.
Someone grabbed my waistband from behind, and soon I was as skin-clad as the rest of them.
I was too distracted by the horny, tall jocks surrounding me to notice Jimmy preparing for the first “event”.
When my eyes found him again, he was reaching into a bag on the back table, pulling out a… ring.
The thing was plastic, black, about the diameter of a large coffee cup lid, and had clearly come from a party supply store. Bradley took it from him, and held it up between two fingers the way he'd held up the panties on Monday morning.
As he explained the concept to the room, I started to wish I had paid more attention to the group chat.
The premise was outrageous to me, and my jaw dropped as I heard the details. Guys stood across from each other, at measured distances using the taped lines, and had to try and land a ring on the other’s erect dick. Our hormones had already made us all erect.
“Most successful landings out of three attempts wins,” he said, “If your partner loses hardness, you just lose.”
“Not gonna be a problem for this guy,” Jimmy said, wrapping an arm around me from out of nowhere, holding me tight, shaking me a little.
My face turned red as I smiled nervously, and the guys looked at me. We were all hard, but I was somehow embarrassed about it. I just shrugged, my dick throbbing from all the guys giving it attention. Cole, the tall blonde dude, looked for an extra second at my dick after the others had moved on. I think he noticed the drop of pre-cum I had already produced. I looked down and got it off with my thumb, then rubbed it on my thigh. He looked up, and we made eye contact, and he smiled at me. I looked down at his dick, taking notice of him. It was kind of “pretty”, as weird as it was to recognize that. Compared to the other guys, it was straight, sturdy, symmetrical.
I went and stood next to him.
“Nice cock bro,” I said, trying to sound less nervous than I was. “No homo.”
“Same to you,” he said back, his smile turning into a smirk as he smacked me lightly on the ass. “A little homo.”
—[]—
The throwing was a disaster. The ring had no weight to it, which meant wind resistance from any arm movement sent it wildly off course, which meant the first three attempts to land it onto Bradley’s rigid cock, by three different guys, produced zero successful landings and a significant amount of laughter.
The guys would get quiet before every throw as we all watched carefully, the only sounds remaining being the moans from the frat boys and slutty girls in the porn playlist blaring on the wall.
Bradley missed twice when he partnered with Jimmy, and he looked personally offended by the laws of aerodynamics.
“That’s a structural disadvantage,” I said, gesturing to Jimmy’s monster cock. “It’s almost too big for the ring.”
Jimmy took a turn to toss it onto me, and overshot badly on all three of his attempts.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he said, his competitiveness starting to show. “This game is so stupid.”
“Lemme try,” Cole said, stepping forward, his own dick still half hard.
I got sort of nervous. I had started to feel less intimidated by the guys, but Cole looked at me in his own way, like he was singling me out. I started to think I just had a personality that drew the attention of certain strong guys, like they thought of me as a little brother, or something similarly, submissive?
Bradley started taking video clips.
“I’m sending these to the whole school, on snapchat,” he said as he circled the room, stopping on me. “Cole is up. He’s trying to land it on biggie smalls over here.”
I exhaled when he gave me the nickname, posturing my body to be ready to accept whatever Cole did to me from six feet away. He was suddenly holding three rings.
“Where’d you get the other rings?” I said.
“There were more in the bag,” he replied, looking down at my hard cock.
“You’re full of surprises,” I said, trying to sound clever.
“Not your last surprise tonight,” he said, winking at me as he lined up his throw, and making my stomach drop.
The room went quiet, and I held my breath as he released the first toss.
It felt like slow motion as it sailed through the air. The arc was perfect.
I blinked, and suddenly a ring was on my cock.
The room froze for a moment, before erupting in cheers.
“Yes!” Bradley cheered, his fist in the air, his dick suddenly back to hardness. His games were a success.
Cole, with his ridiculous jaw and his lean, confident posture, turned out to have a throwing technique so precise and low-energy that all three of his rings landed clean onto my cock. with a soft plastic click, almost like he'd been practicing for exactly this scenario.
"I don't understand what just happened," Jimmy said, like he was mad that someone had done better than him.
"Natural talent," Cole said to Jimmy, but he was looking at me as he stepped closer to me.
He got close and looked down at me. I met his gaze, trying to appear nonchalant. My heart started to race as his hand reached down to my cock. He maintained eye contact as he squeezed the head of my dick, sending a tingle up my body.
My eyes opened wide, my jaw dropping slightly as he moved his hand down my shaft, until he got to the rings.
He grabbed them together and took them off of me, while I picked up my jaw and tried to snap myself out of my daze.
"That's not a natural talent,” Jimmy said, returning to the argument.
"It is now," Cole said, looking around. “What’s the next event, by the way?”
“It’s just called ‘Size’,” Jimmy said, the smirk returning to his face, making Cole roll his eyes.