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Stupid No Nut November Game With Michael 02
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Chapter 2: Failing Together
“Dude, did you need something?” he called from behind the shower glass.
“I'm gonna fail the contest too, out of solidarity, if you want," I said quickly, before I could talk myself out of it.
He froze, and just like I had hoped, I saw the silhouette of his giant cock start to flinch through the fog.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I dropped my pajama pants. Awake, fully aware, right where he could see my silhouette through the steam. I didn’t hide anything. He wasn’t the only one who couldn't stand this stupid contest.
He didn’t say anything for a full second. Then, “Bro. Are you serious?”
“Solidarity,” I said, feeling my face heat up.
I heard him laugh into his hands. “You’re insane. But… thanks?”
I wrapped my hand around myself and started working it slowly, making sure he could see every movement through the steam. I wanted to close my eyes and think about titties, but the hard truth was that his cock was the only thing I needed at the moment. His shadow shifted to face me, and he pushed the glass door open enough for the fog to clear between us. He looked right at me, then down at himself, and I watched his hand slide down his own shaft as if my decision had given him permission to be weird with me.
I stepped forward so we were only a couple feet apart, the water hitting both of us, our bodies lit by the bathroom light in different angles. His giant dick was still a surreal sight to me. His hand didn't wrap all the way around it, which didn't feel possible to me. He just rubbed the parts he could reach. We both looked down at each other's dicks as we stroked in a similar rhythm, both of us breathing harder with every second. My thoughts were a mess. It was a thrill, and I hadn't jerked off in over a week, so anything would've felt like heaven, but this was an insane taboo that I never thought I would do, until seeing Michael's fat dong shoot a load onto himself the night before.
“Dude… this is crazy,” he said under his breath, but he didn’t slow down. If anything, he cranked it a bit faster.
When I felt that sharp pull coming from my balls, I angled my dick down and forward, and he mirrored me instantly, like we were syncing up for the finish. I exploded first, shooting a thick line of cum at the shower floor, some of it getting on his feet and legs. He followed a heartbeat later, blasting as hard as I did. Some of his load splashed onto my ankle and pooled at his own feet. He just wiped his foot against mine to wipe it off, then against his own other foot to smear it all away, still trying to catch his breath.
For a few seconds we just stood there casually, both of us heaving, our hands still wrapped around ourselves after the last pulses faded. He shook his giant dick in the air, making another drop of goo escape to the shower floor. He squeezed out the rest like the end of a tube of toothpaste and wiped it away under the running water. I stepped back, drying my leg with his towel, and turned to leave.
"Thanks," he said on my way out.
I turned back. "Anytime, bro."
Then I walked naked back to our room, with a rush of emotions.
As we walked to school, we couldn't stop talking about how relieved we were that we were out of the contest.
"That was the worst week of my life!" I exclaimed.
"I know!" he said back, "I felt like shit when I lost, but now that you're with me it feels like a blessing."
"Yeah, that was a well needed nut," I said, "I'm glad I joined you."
"Honestly, it was fun doing it with company this morning," he replied, giving me a side eye.
I felt so refreshed that he had felt good about jerking off together, because it was the most fun orgasm I had probably ever had.
The second we reached the courtyard at school, the guys saw us and immediately yelled across the benches, asking why we hadn’t sent in our morning pics. They wanted proof we were still in the challenge, and the energy they had told me they were expecting us to brag about surviving another day.
As we walked over to them, Michael looked at me like he was checking if I wanted to lie about it. I just smirked at him. My stomach flipped and I just said it. “We both lost.”
The whole group went quiet for a second, like they didn’t expect honesty. Then, of course, the teasing hit us all at once. A couple guys clapped their hands mockingly. Another guy made a fake sad face.
Jeremy was there too. "You have a good nut?"
"Best of my life. You ever gone a week without it before? I was pent up as hell."
"Honestly, no. This is the longest since I started," he said chuckling.
Michael shrugged and said, “Honestly, it feels better to lose.” He said it so casually that the mood shifted.
The teasing died. Their faces changed in real time, softening, like they suddenly realized how miserable they were as they held all that pressure in their balls.
Jeremy swallowed and said, “Damn… must be nice.” Another sighed and rubbed his forehead nervously.
You could see it hit them. We were free. They weren’t.
Everyone stopped laughing, and I headed into the building. I had zero period, whereas he just wanted to come early to see the guys, I guess. Maybe he just wanted to walk with me.
After school, as we were walking home together, he nudged me. “You know… maybe we should keep it going. Together.”
"Let's do it. Make our own challenge: Nonstop Nut November."
He laughed. “We can help each other keep the streak alive.”
We both cracked up like it was funnier that it was.
After that, all we did was talk about how much we were going to jerk off when we got home. We normally didn’t even walk home together, and we had never even come close to jerking off together before the past day, so this was like opening a whole world of possibilities I never even thought about before.
As soon as we got inside, we hopped on our respective beds and opened up our laptops. We agreed without saying it that we could openly jerk off together now. The seal was broken and we both loved it.
We couldn’t open our porn tabs fast enough. The second the laptop screens lit up our faces, we both leaned back against our pillows and started rubbing ourselves through our pants, trying to get started on the boners we had been carrying all the way home. My hand moved faster than my brain, squeezing myself through the fabric as the first video loaded. I could hear his breathing pick from across the room, getting heavier. He was just as desperate to get going as I was.
He lifted his hips off the mattress and pulled his waistband down in one rough motion, letting his large cock spring out against his shirt. I followed immediately, yanking mine out and feeling the cool air hit the skin of my balls. We stroked over our shafts lazily at first, both of us watching two separate videos before we started sending each other links, syncing the visuals so we were reacting to the same sounds.
After a minute we were both naked from the waist down with our t-shirts still on, like the guy in those amateur dorm videos sometimes are. The room
He suddenly looked over and checked me out.
“Your dick is a good size too,” he said casually.
My face got warm. “You’re joking. That giant monster you’ve got is insane.”
He scoffed. “It’s not even that big.”
“Dude,” I said, shaking my head, “you could knock someone out with that thing.”
He hesitated. Then he said, “You wanna come touch it and see it’s not that crazy?” He said it lightly, but I heard a shaky edge in his voice.
My heart slammed in my chest. “Yeah,” I said, barely audible. My legs moved before I even thought about it.
I slid off my bed and walked toward him, my bare feet hitting the floor quietly. My dick bounced slightly with every step, but I couldn’t think about anything except reaching him. When I sat down on his bed, my bare ass pressed into the warm spot beside his thigh, and he stiffened like he wasn’t sure what would happen next.
Up close, his whole body was tense, like he was bracing for impact. I looked down just in time to see a drop of pre-cum bead at the big, round, red tip, glistening under the glow of his screen. Just the head of it was like the size of a tangerine. I couldn't believe it. I had a passing thought of how it would feel in a girl's mouth, or in mine. He let go of his shaft and let it hover above his abs, hard as steel, throbbing visibly, thick like a soda can. It looked even bigger from this angle.
“It’s huge, dude,” I said, barely breathing.
“So,” he whispered, “you wanna feel it?” There was hope and nervousness in his voice.
My hand shook a bit with my own nerves as I reached out and wrapped my fingers around him. His skin was so warm and his meat was so firm, and he choked out a small breath, his abs tightening as I squeezed the tip in my fist. I slid my hand up and down slowly, feeling the thickness and weight of it in my hand, watching it flinch, testing how he reacted. His hips jerked once, uncontrollably, and that alone made something fire in my chest.
His breathing got heavier as I worked him, and after a full minute he reached out with his free hand, grabbing mine. His fingers wrapped around my shaft and I instinctively humped forward, loving the sensation. I groaned a little, involuntarily, a first for me.
We stroked each other, our hands slipping a little from the pre-cum coating both of us. We kept glancing between the porn on the screen and each other’s bodies.
“I’m gonna make you cum,” I blurted, the words coming out before I even realized what I was going to say.
“I’m gonna make you cum too,” he said back, eyes half closed, focused on my dick while his hand pumped me harder. His voice sounded wrecked, like he felt every ounce of what we were doing.
Our hands sped up together, the rhythm syncing, our bodies leaning closer without realizing it. Soon we were breathing on each other's necks, heating up his bed. Soon we were letting out little moans, completely lost in the experience. I had never felt so free and ecstatic before this moment.
We crossed the edge and started squirting within seconds of each other. I felt my whole body lock up, my abs clench, and my hand clamp down on him while my orgasm ripped up my spine. A thick burst shot out of me, landing across his shaft and his stomach, and at the same moment his entire body jolted. His cock swelled in my fist and fired a heavy rope that slapped across mine, mixing together in mid air and landing across both of us.
He gasped hard and leaned forward, his forehead brushing my shoulder for a second as he rode it out. I kept stroking him through the pulses, watching the head flinch in my hand while he pumped me with the same desperate energy. Our cum streaked across our shirts, our thighs, each other’s hands, messy and warm and overwhelming.
It wasn’t just a finish. It felt like a full-body release, cementing our commitment to the new phase of November. My chest felt hot. My brain felt blank in the best post-orgasmic way. I had never been jerked off before, not even close, and it felt unreal to have my first time be with someone who was losing it just as much as I was. And based on the way he slumped back against his pillow, eyes half closed, chest rising and falling, I was pretty sure he hadn’t ever had someone else finish him either.
Finally I spoke first. "We're a mess."
He leaned up like he had an idea. "Let's show the guys what they're missing."
I chuckled. "They would think it's nasty as hell."
"No, dude. They're backed up as fuck. They're gonna be jealous."
I shook my head as he grabbed his phone, snapping a selfie of us, showing our still hard dicks, and our shots of cum as they turned clear across each other's shirts and crotches. I added a thumbs up for good measure. He added it to the group chat message, looked at me one last time for some reassurance, and hit send.
Comments
Kylan
Loveeee this story I hope we get more of them someday 🙌🏼
blaine rodriguez
we need a part 3!! 🙏
