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Chapter 4: End Game
The measuring tape came out of the bag on the back table and the room immediately descended into arguments.
“You measure from the bottom! To the BALLS!” one guy said.
“No, it’s from the side. Haven’t you ever seen a measured dick pic?” said another.
The guy next to him looked at him funny. “No, why would I look at that?”
“The top is what counts,” Jimmy said, holding his mostly-hard monster at the base and wiggling it. “That’s the part that goes inside the girl.”
Bradley chimed in to settle it. “Can’t argue with that.”
Bradley produced the event like a game show host, revealing the ruler like a prop, holding it up so everyone could see
“Is length or girth the winning factor, though?” asked this one guy, Kyle, who had the smallest dick in the room. He was literally just interested for the intellectual discussion of who should win. He didn’t seem to care that he wasn’t going to place among the top. Another heated discussion broke out about this topic, with guys grabbing their dicks, and each other’s to make points of argument.
"Length," Bradley finally said, in a decisive voice that ended the discussion. "Then girth. Then I've got a composite formula."
"What formula," Jimmy said.
"A good one."
We formed a loose circle around Bradley as he started measuring the first Kyle’s length.
“Let’s just get my entry out of the way,” Kyle said with a chuckle.
A few others snorted quietly as Bradley lined up the ruler to Kyle’s hard dick.
“Four inches,” he said, jotting down something quickly on a notepad on the table.
“Nice,” Kyle said, stepping away. “I must have grown.”
I went next, stepping forward. Cole approached with me hard and leaking, like me, his hip touching mine. Bradley held my shaft tight, giving me a shiver as he lined up the ruler.
“We’ll call it… five-point-nine,” he said, moving quickly to Cole, “aaaand… seven-point-six… no seven.”
“Six or seven,” Cole asked, looking down at him.
“Six-sevennnnnn,” three guys chanted in unison, waving their hands in front of them.
“Seven. Seven-point-seven,” he said with a nod, jotting it down.
“Nice,” Cole said as he pulled me back.
We watched as others were measured, before Bradley measured himself, and then Jimmy.
“The best for last,” he said as he stepped forward, proudly letting his monster hover in the air.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bradley said, lining up the ruler, before raising his eyebrows.
“Damn,” he said quietly.
The rest of us leaned over to look.
“Nine-point-six,” he said, impressed.
“Damn,” Cole and I echoed in unison.
Jimmy stepped up to face us, standing close, his dick almost touching Cole’s.
"So," Jimmy said.
"Yeah," Cole said.
"I win."
"You win size."
“Length and girth,” he said like he was correcting him.
“We didn’t measure girth.”
“We really don’t have to,” he said. I looked down at our three dicks. They made me think of three dudes having their own private conversation down there.
“Honestly, you’re right,” I said.
"I win size." Jimmy turned to the room with the energy of a winner. It seemed like he had been waiting his entire life for exactly this moment to be documented. And he was not humble about it.
He released a grunt, a hybrid between a victory shout and a mating call, and the guys responded the way they responded to everything else that night: loudly and physically. Someone shoved him from behind while someone else started a chant.
Cole leaned over to me. "He's never going to stop talking about this."
"No," I agreed. "Probably not."
"I got second," Cole said, looking at his own number on Bradley's paper.
"I can see you’ve got a good girth as well," I said. “Not that I’m, like, looking.”
“It’s ok,” Cole said, smirking at me again. “Looking is free.”
“And what costs extra?”
“You’ll see.”
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"You can't jerk off to test stamina," Bradley said when the excitement of Jimmy’s win had worn off. "If you're in control of your own cock, you'll just not cum.”
“Okay?” Kyle said, squinting, waiting for the solution to be announced, even though the rest of us had put it together already.
“Someone else has to jerk you off."
The room took a moment to digest it.
"Someone else," one guy said.
"Someone else," Jimmy confirmed.
A guy named Reeve, who had been quiet most of the night, said: "Who's someone else."
Bradley looked around the room slowly. He looked at me for one second longer than he looked at anyone else, and then moved on like he hadn't.
I sat down.
I didn't make a decision about it. My legs just took me to the low couch along the wall, and I sat down. I didn’t realize consciously the choice I had made in that moment, but the universe had decided for me.The height it put me at, relative to everyone else in the room, was immediately obvious to everyone.
The guys looked at me.
Cole moved into the space to my right, drifting there the same way he'd been slowly orbiting my periphery all night, close enough that I could feel the warmth of him. He looked down at me once, and I looked up at him, his hard cock directly in my line of sight.
Then he looked forward at the room, relaxed, like he was waiting casually for something to start.
Jimmy settled to my left, his size commanding authority in his space. He was still half grinning about the size event, and I looked down at the winning meat. It really was a thing to marvel, especially when it was eye level with me.
“I’ll do you,” I said, staring at Jimmy’s cock.
He didn’t say anything, just turned slightly toward me, and I wrapped my left hand around it.
“And you,” I said, still looking at Jimmy’s, but reaching for Cole’s
“No cheating,” he said, still keeping up the facade that we were doing this for sport.
I had both of them in my hands before I'd really even made a conscious decision about it. hormones were running things now, and their target was masculine greatness around me. My right hand stroked Cole, long and straight and warm, and a handful in its own right.
My left hand held Jimmy, requiring a different grip entirely, wider, my fingers not meeting on the far side. I adjusted, finding it strange not to even fully wrap around it.
Cole’s felt like a big version of my own. Jimmy’s felt like a different gender entirely.
The others in the room paired up, stroking each other off, giggling and taunting each other, but my corner of the room was different. We weren’t even really doing the competition. No one was jerking me off, which I was fine with. Jimmy and Cole both started to breathe harder, facing me. I found a rhythm for each of them separately, with different pressures, different pacing, and settled into it with a focus that surprised me.
The room had its own energy around us. Other guys, other situations, the videos still running on autoplay on the wall of dicks cumming on faces and tits, girls getting stuffed.
But in the real world, it was pure male, horny dudes who had reached a breaking point, a competition turned desperation jerkoff sesh. Bradley was somewhere in my periphery me with his phone, making good on his promise to document everything with his free hand, while he jerked off one of the other guys. I kept my eyes forward and did my job, until it started to change.
Cole shifted first.
It was small, just his weight moving toward me, his hips coming forward two inches. I felt it in my right hand before I registered it visually. His breathing had changed, gotten slower, and his hands were gripping his hips tightly, like he was working up to something. I worked him a little faster in my hand, feeling him pulse every time I squeezed the tip, and the response in the tension of his thigh against my shoulder.
Then Jimmy shifted closer too, mirroring him, and the space between the two of them and my face became something I could measure in inches. Their faces were looking down at me.
I looked up.
Cole was directly in front of me, close enough that I could see every detail of him. His jaw from below was even more structurally aesthetic than from straight on, his abs had even more detailed grooves from down here. His patch of pubes under his sparse happy trail looked like their would tickle my face. He was looking down at me with an expression I hadn't seen on him yet, quieter than his usual confidence, focused. Jimmy was to my left, and the size competition result was right there in my hand, making its own argument for attention. Jimmy had a body too, abs and a V-line pointing right down at his heavy rod.
I saw a drop form at the tip of Cole's cock. It was clear, catching the dim light, hanging there.
I thought about it for one full second.
I leaned forward and licked it off.
Cole made a sound from his chest. His hand came up and rested on the top of my head, pulling me gently closer to him. Jimmy pushed his hips forward and tapped my cheek with his meaty cock, leaving a string of pre-cum attached to me. The last vestige of hesitation dissolved completely, and I opened my mouth, letting Cole pull my mouth onto his cock.
I paid attention to the pressure on my tongue as I sensed his body trembling.
“Fuck,” he muttered quietly as he pressed deeper, angling toward my throat.
I bobbed my head and he let me take over, my eyes closed, taking in the sensations of a man’s cock inside my mouth as I licked around in circles, sucking hard and digging into it like I wanted to taste the center of a popsicle.
“Where’s mine,” Jimmy said quietly.
Cole's hand tightened once in my hair and then went still, and I pulled back and looked up at him, and his face was completely different, his eyes glazed over, half lidded.
I turned left.
Jimmy was looking down at me with anticipation.
"I want to try the monster," I said.
Jimmy's grin came back, slow and wide.
"Yeah you do," he said.
Jimmy didn't move his hips forward this time. He just stood there and let me bring my face to him, which was somehow more overwhelming than if he'd taken the lead. I adjusted my grip and opened my jaw wider than I had for Cole, already to the point of aching before I even got his girth inside me. I felt him on my tongue, and then pushed my head onto his dick.
The stretch of it registered immediately, a pressure along my whole mouth that told me this would be a different beast.
Cole stayed close on my right, his hand still warm in my hair, not directing my head anymore, just resting there and twirling my hair in his fingers. I held his dick, and after getting a cramp in my jaw after just a couple seconds of trying to please Jimmy, I switched back to him.
I worked between the two of them, turning my head, finding a rhythm that served one and then the other, my hands still moving on whichever one my mouth wasn't on. The sounds they made were different. Cole was quiet, controlled with an occasional exhale, his grip tightening when I hit something right. I enjoyed the physical feedback. Jimmy made no effort to suppress anything, a low, continuous grumbling that vibrated in his body.
Gradually, I became aware of an audience. One by one the other guys had stopped what they were doing and turned toward us, the competition format dissolving completely, the porn still running on the wall behind them but nobody looking at it. They stood in a loose half circle, and I was the center of it, on the couch with Cole and Jimmy bracketing me, and I felt the weight of all of it without fear, which was new.
The other guys watched, rubbing their hard dicks, drooling as Cole's dick reached into my throat, making my neck bulge. He held the back of my head as his thigh pressed hard against my shoulder and his breathing changed, the control leaving it, his hand tightening in my hair one final time. I stayed with him and felt the moment arrive, the pulse of it against my tongue, the saliva dripping down my chin. His whole body went rigid and then released, and I felt the pulses strengthen, stretching my throat and making me gag once, keeping him inside. He fed my stomach until he pulled out, shooting his seed into my mouth before shoving back into my throat.
“Fuck, theres a good boy,” he said as I reached up and held his ass and hips for balance.
I felt the shock of the taste of cum coating my tongue, but wasn’t able to focus on it while my throat was occupied and stretched to its limit but Cole. He finally pulled out, and I swallowed instinctively before sucking in a big gulp of air. I wiped my watering eyes as he made a final grunting sound above me like he was purely wrecked, drained.
I looked up at him. His mouth was open, his jaw still unreasonably striking and handsome, his eyes half shut, looking down at me as he gently rubbed my neck and behind my ear. Through all of it, I couldn’t help but smile. His touch was so gentle, the experience of blowing him to complete so thrilling, I was just overcome with joy, and had no intention of stopping yet.
I turned to Jimmy.
He was already close, and I had learned enough in the last few minutes to get this horny dude to the finish line. I stroked him hard with my hand while I sucked and licked as hard as I could on the top few inches of his dick. Soon his hand found the back of my head and he pulled my hair, gently making me look up at him. His dick fell out of my mouth and I kept working it with my hand, sloshing the fat, wet pole as it pulsed, closer and closer together. His eyes were like blue diamonds as he stared straight at my open mouth.
“I’m gonna cum,” he said just as he released his first volley. The long, white string landed warm across my face, and the neck ones streaked my throat, my collarbone, my hair.
“Fuck yeah,” he said as he loosened his grip.
I licked my lips, staying still for a second, catching my breath, my hands on my own knees as Jimmy and Cole stayed close to me, their still-hard dicks satisfied and wet. They looked at me carefully, like they were curious what I would do next. I looked up and saw the hungry faces behind them.
The room was quiet except for the video on the wall.
I didn’t know what to do next, until I felt the weight of a muscular body settle onto the couch behind me, coming out of nowhere, Bradley’s legs coming around either side of mine, his chest warm and solid against my back.
I felt his dick against me, hard, pressing into the small of my back, his arms coming around my front and pulling me into him. His chin dropped to my shoulder, his mouth close to my ear.
"I think we're done competing," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear.
His hands moved across my chest, my stomach, unhurried, his fingers spreading flat against my skin, even rubbing my dick and balls. The room was still watching. The guys who had been standing in the half circle hadn't moved, their expressions hungry and waiting, all of them looking at me, at Bradley's arms around me, at Jimmy still standing to my left catching his breath, at Cole to my right slowly coming back to himself.
Bradley's mouth found my neck and licked there, once, giving me a chill, as his hands reached lower, using his strength to slightly lift me in the air, cupping each of my butt cheeks in one hand.
"Time for closing ceremonies," he said quietly, to the room.