Let's fucking bate. Tomasz's words keep bouncing around my skull, and as I watch him turn around and head for the living room, I am sure he means it. Even JD and Ivan follow him without a glance.
So this is my life now. They’ve made me strip down and dragged the truth out of me until my cock started leaking precum like crazy and now we are about to jerk off together. I stare at myself in the mirror trying to believe it. This is really happening! I scream at myself in my head. This isn’t a fantasy anymore. This is real.
I step out of the bathroom and catch Tomasz in front of the couch. He hooks his thumbs into his waistband and pushes his shorts down in one smooth motion and I get a full view of his beautiful peachy butt. I notice the soft dusting of hair thickening as it disappears between his cheeks. God, he’s so hot.
He sits in the corner of the couch, one leg folded under him and the other casually on the floor. His cock is already in his hand. He moves his fist in a slow, deliberate motion. I clock his size - maybe seven and a half inches. It’s a proper juicy meat in my opinion. I am also pleased to find out that Tomasz is uncut. At least one physical feature we share. I watch stunned as he pulls the foreskin down with every stroke, revealing the flushed, pink head before letting it slide back up again. It’s hypnotic. Mechanical. His penis is rooted in a patch of dark hair, trimmed but not precisely, and the whole sight wakes something deep inside me, and I realize my hand is already on my own dick, gripping hard, like my body made the decision without bothering to ask me first.
I sit to Tomasz's right, still buzzing, and my focus slides to JD. He grabs the hem of his tank top, pulls the fabric over his head, and his stretched torso comes into my view. He is so close that I can literally press my palm against his stomach. But I resist the urge.
When he goes for his shorts, his dick snags on the waistband and it suddenly swings free right in front of my eyes. My mouth actually falls open. His dick is darker than Tomasz’s, thicker around the base, and I think it’s a solid six and half inches. When it settles, it bends slightly to his right, and my brain wonders if it’s genetics or years of rough, vigorous use that bent it. Probably both. JD’s cut and the scar forms a vivid pink ring. He’s gorgeous. My eyes trace a decent trail of hairs climbing from his untrimmed crotch, up to his navel where it narrows and climbs to the dark patch of chest hair right at the sternum. He just looks solid. When he sits beside me, I breathe in his smell, and I wonder that this is probably how the testosterone in its purest form smells like.
He reaches down to the old coffee table and grabs a tube of Vaseline and sticks his dick straight into it. When he pulls back, a decent glossy chunk of it clings on his head and he spreads it with his palm, slow and thorough, coating his length without hurry. He starts moaning quietly.
Then, Ivan appears in the doorway. He’s carrying a glass bowl and for a second I think he’s brought snacks or something but when he sets the bowl on the coffee table, it’s empty. He notices the look on my face and winks at me. Thanks, bud, JD murmurs between his breathy moans. He’s completely lost in them.
Ivan crashes down onto the couch beside Tomasz, and it shakes under him. For fuck’s sake, Tomasz snaps at Ivan playfully. He just grins, eyes flicking over all of us, over our working hands, and over our throbbing penises. With a sudden burst of energy, he yanks his shorts down and flops onto his back. His head lands on Tomasz’s thigh. He starts kicking with his legs wildly like he’s fighting off an invisible attacker, trying to shake the fabric loose. Tomasz barks at him to calm the fuck down, calling him a fucking idiot, but Ivan just blows him an exaggerated air kiss. Then, his shorts finally fly across the room and Ivan groans in victory. We all burst out laughing.
Ivan sits upright and sweeps his hair out of his face. He calls JD’s name and asks for the Vaseline. After JD throws it over the coffee table, Ivan dips his fingers in it and scoops out a generous amount which he rubs quickly over his cut cock. He’s about my size – around six inches – but his dick looks thinner, straighter, the head flushed a bright, almost cartoonish pink. I can’t help comparing. Mine curves up more, the head always looking at me like a hungry puppy, and my shaft is thicker through the middle.
Once Ivan’s cock is slick as fuck, he cranks his joystrick into gear, picking up the pace that shocks me. There is no relaxation mode in it, he’s working himself fast like he’s winding up a machine and daring it to break.
For a moment, no one speaks. The room fills with nothing but rhythmic wet sounds of skin moving. Each one of us is locked into our own pleasure and I can’t believe how hard I am. Turning my head from left to right is unreal, like my brain can’t keep up with what my eyes are seeing.
JD’s moans deepen, they are more masculine, and his throat vibrates the air between us and it buzzes against my ears. He spreads his legs wider and our knees touch but neither of us pull away. I am surprised how much I want to close the gap even more and rub our thighs against each other.
Oh, damn, this feels so fucking good, Tomasz mutters, and we all glance toward him with agreement. His uncut dick is slick with precum, shining as he works it with steady, practised strokes. If masturbation was a sport, he would definitely be in a pro league.
Ivan’s laughter bubbles up between his breathless moans. It’s so hot watching his pleasure and amusement tangle together. His hand keeps moving fast and I can see how the sensation ripples through him. One second his thigh jerks, the next his lean bicep tightens, then his Adam’s apple moves as he swallows a pleasurable moan, and then his abs tense, hard lines flashing and vanishing. I don’t even know where all those muscles on his skinny figure come from.
Watching him like this will definitely make me cum fast and I don’t want that. I want this to last forever. I force myself to look away and I focus on myself. I sink back into the couch and I wrap my fist tight around myself. I stroke up and down slowly and methodically. My balls feel like they are on fire, heavy and aching, and I’m sure there’s a decent amount of cum bubbling inside.
Suddenly, JD lets out a loud groan and our attention snaps back to him. He works his dick with fast strokes now, then he stops for a beat or two, before starting stroking urgently again. The head of his cock pulses hard and I am in total awe.
My body feels like it’s having the best run of its life. I can’t stop the sound escaping me. It’s a low, helpless noise. It’s beautiful that here, in this room, nobody is ashamed, nor judged. We’re free to be lost in it.
Ivan doesn’t stop, his body is jerking like he’s been wired. His laughter is gone and his face is twisted with sensation. Tomasz keeps cussing under his breath - Fuck, oh, fuck, fuck. He’s chewing each word into tiny pieces. A bead of sweat slips from his temple and soon his shoulders and chest starts shining with sweat too.
JD’s eyes start to roll back to his head, his mouth hanging open as he breathes out between broken sounds. I’m so fucking close, he says. We automatically feed him with our own moans encouragingly.
He suddenly stands up, reaching for the bowl. He positions it beneath his balls, groaning loudly. In a second, his cock transforms into a shooting gun, white, velvety webs of semen coat the glass. I pitch forward without realizing, completely mesmerized. I want this image burned in my memory forever. JD squeezes his shaft a few more times, forcing out the last drops, before collapsing back onto the couch, chest heaving.
After that, Ivan snaps up, legs shaking, and grabs the bowl JD hands him, still spent from his own release. Ivan positions it under his cock and arches his back. His hair is everywhere, hiding his face. I can just catch his mouth peeking through the curtain of hair. He groans like an animal as he erupts, hand still moving. Luckily, the bowl is big enough to collect every drop of his thick juice. I watch him having an orgasm like nothing I’ve ever seen before, not even in porn. His skinny figure ripples in total bliss and his lean muscles look like they want to jump out of his body.
Once he finally comes back to his senses, he’s gasping for air like he’s run a marathon. He collapses back onto the couch and Tomasz smacks him on the chest in a brotherly way and praises him like he’s just witnessed a legend. Ivan looks dumb, but perfect. He’s the happiest guy alive.
And that pushes me over the edge. I snap to my feet, grab the bowl, and aim my penis in it. My groin tightens, muscles straining like springs, ready to fire. Heat pulses through me and I start panicking as the orgasm explodes so intensely that my vision starts to blur and my soul escapes my body, spinning around the room. Semen bursts out of me and I can’t hold back the moans. I try to summon all the will to continue, to keep stroking, to make this moment last as long as possible.
When it sadly dies down, I’m light as a feather. I flop back onto the couch, feeling like I’ve been run over by a truck. I look around and every pair of eyes is on me. Part of me wonders if I should feel embarrassed but fuck it. I just grin. JD slaps my thigh saying Amazing job, bro!. Ivan claps exhaustedly and grins as if he was high on the best weed. It makes me laugh.
I glance at Tomasz, expecting some comment, but he takes the bowl from my hand and stands up. His whole body is slick with sweat, and there is a damp outline of him on the couch. I look up at his face. His lips are wet, face red, and he looks like he is crying. I’ve never seen a man look so vulnerable.
Then a rough, primal groan rips out of him, and three, maybe four thick ropes shoot from his cock into the bowl, instantly mixing with what’s already there. His hand slows down as his cock starts to soften. He sets the bowl down carefully. He leans back exhausted, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.
Ivan squeezes Tomasz’s shoulder and then shakes with him. When he finally comes back to us, he offers a wide, satisfied grin. All is good. We cheer him on, of course - it’s been a hell of a climax, and he deserves it.
Once we all catch our breath after that insane session, JD grabs the bowl. He lifts it, and the mix of cum inside swirls together, a splotchy, white, almost watery mess. He grins, voice deep and steady saying This is the fruit of our male energy. This is what we were born to do. This is how we seal the bond. Tonight, we welcome a new brother - Benny, he says.
Without hesitation, JD dips a finger into the bowl, scoops up some of the mixture, and lifts it to his mouth. There is no shame, just this look on his face - he looks like some guy in a commercial, savoring ice cream. When he swallows, a satisfied smile spreads across his face. We taste so good, bros, he says, voice full of pride and mischief.
Ivan laughs, full of energy again. He jumps up from the couch and casually plunges three fingers into the bowl, scooping up a good amount of thick, sticky load. Cheers!, he shouts at me before shoving his fingers into his mouth. Luckily not a single drop is wasted. My mouth is on the floor. He swirls it around in his mouth, then swallows, his body shivering with pure, ridiculous excitement. Yummy!! he screams, loud and proud.
Then we all turn to Tomasz. He hesitates for a second, says Damn, fuck this, and finally reaches for the bowl. He’s clearly not very thrilled about this ritual. He dips the tip of a finger into the center of the bowl, inspects it like a scientist, then closes his eyes and pops it into his mouth. His face twirls - he’s not enjoying it. There you go, now swallow, JD says, calm and commanding. Tomasz obeys, shaking his head as if to wash away the taste. Ivan squeezes his shoulder again and says, Good job, bro.
Now it’s my turn. I grab the bowl and just stare into it for a moment. I prepare myself mentally. Not out of disgust - hell no - but rather out of pure, electric excitement. I can’t believe what I am about to do. I dip a finger in, feel the warm, gooey mess that coats my knuckles. I bring it to my mouth and wrap my lips around the base. When I take the finger out, the seed collects inside. Taste hits me with full force. We are sweet, we are bitter, exactly as I imagined. I must admit, I like the taste of us. When I swallow, Tomasz clamps the back of my neck in approval, Ivan grins from ear to ear like a lunatic, and JD bumps my arm. You are one of us now, he says. I am. And I am proud as fuck to be.
I lean back, eyes closed, bowl still warm in my hands. I feel reset, like I’ve been reborn. When I open my eyes, I check out our soft dicks. My eyes flick back to the bowl - metallic-smelling residue clings to the bottom - and I wonder, with a grin, what the hell we’re going to do with it. I see the guys standing up slowly, the session is clearly over for them.
Then, almost like a puppet on invisible strings, I hoist the bowl above my head, and I tilt it. I open my mouth. The guys stop and look at me, alert. The white liquid starts to spill, thick and heavy, landing on my tongue, pooling in the back. The taste is strong but refreshing. My head feels ready to split. I shake the bowl hard, forcing every last drop in, and then I swallow. The juice lubricates my throat and I let out a long, loud sigh.
Wow, Ivan blurts, eyes wide. Tomasz looks at me in disgust but there’s a tiny spark of admiration in his gaze. JD slowly goes from shock to grin, like he’s just witnessed something absurdly perfect. Fuck, man, he says, shaking his head.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to look all innocent. Sorry, I say smirking, I just couldn’t let it go to waste.
