Previously: The four Hot Shots are in their hotel room in Houston. Jim has announced a contest in which the two cadets, Sam and Matt, will sexually service the two upperclassmen. But Dewey has declared that the only way he can properly rest up for the drive home is to sleep alone.
Everybody laughed at the idea that Dewey would not be able to get any sleep if I were in the bed with him. I would love nothing more than to be fucked by Dewey all night long, but if that happened, I could take a nap in the van on the way home. Dewey needed to drive fully alert.
Dewey was chewing on his first piece of pizza. With his mouth half full, he said that we needed to put the beer on ice. There was a motel ice machine at the end of the building, about four doors down from our room. Dewey told me that I should fetch the ice, so I pulled on the skimpy sky blue swim suit that JT had designated for me.
I was ready to go out the door with the room key and the little ice bucket, but Dewey stopped me. He put the last bite of his pizza slice into his mouth, and while he chewed, he roughed me up with his hands. He pinched my nipples, slapped and pinched my ass, shoved my face into his armpit, and groped my cock and balls roughly. I didn't understand why, but I enjoyed the attention, especially while Matt and Jim were watching closely with curiosity.
Then Dewey released me, smacked me on the ass, and told me to go get the ice. Then I realized what he was up to. My cock had turned to wood, and it was poking straight forward within the thin, unlined, sky blue swimsuit. Dewey was sending me out in public like that. It was a forced exhibitionism. That only made my dick harder.
I went to the ice machine and filled the little bucket. But no one was out there, and I assume no one saw me unless they were looking out of a window. When I got back to the room, Dewey had put the beer cans in the sink and he emptied the ice on top of them. Then he told me to go back and get a second bucket of ice.
I went back to the ice machine, my raging hard cock still pointing the way forward. I was alone at first, but as I stood at the machine, someone else approached from the other direction. He looked college-aged, about twenty. He had red hair and milky-white skin, which stood out from the navy blue gym shorts and muscle shirt he was wearing.
He said with a grin, "I didn't think getting ice could be so exciting." I blushed and tried to think of something to say.
"Don't worry, kid," he said. He tousled my hair, and said, "That used to happen to me for no reason when I was your age."
I had collected my ice, so I stood back and let him fill his bucket. I tried to think of something kind to say. "Thanks. I hope you have a good trip."
"You too. Take it easy, kid."
I walked back to the room with my boner as firm as ever. Having my hardon seen and acknowledged was arousing. Plus the guy was super sexy. Plus he mussed my hair in a way that was playful and self-assured. My dick was hard and my heart was fluttering.
Back in the room, Dewey took the ice from me and emptied it into the sink with the beer and the other ice. I pulled down my swim trunks and kicked them aside on the floor. I was intentionally imitating Dewey, who sometimes treated his clothes as an annoyance. Like Dewey, I didn't just want to be nude. I wanted to be "buck naked."
The pizza was good. (Although pizza, like sex, is always good. Especially when you're hungry.) They'd picked up two entire pizzas, and we ate most of them. I only had two pieces because I knew some sex games were coming next, and I didn't want to feel bloated. Jim and Dewey each drank one of their allocated Budweiser beers.
Jim announced that it was time for the game to begin. And he made a few simple rules. The contestants (Dewey and himself) had to lie on the bed face up. Matt and I would use our hands and mouths in any way we liked, on any part of their bodies. The contestant that lasted the longest before his orgasm would be the winner. I noticed all of our dicks getting a little hard as Jim explained it.
Jim would be the first contestant. He had a nice watch and gave it to Dewey. Dewey would be the timer, and was supposed to call out each minute as it passed. I told Matt that since I had swallowed Dewey's cum earlier in the day, and he had swallowed Jim's, that it would be nice in this game if I could catch Jim's cum, and he could catch Dewey's. Matt laughed and told me that I was becoming more like JT. I suppose that's because I was orchestrating the sex. But Matt enthusiastically nodded his agreement.
Jim laid back on the bed. Matt and I laid down on either side. Dewey waited for the watch's second hand to reach 12. Jim's cock stood tall like a flagpole, and he giggled at the oddness and excitement of the situation. Then Dewey said, "Go!"
Matt and I lunged at Jim's cock with our mouths, and began to tongue it from each side. We varied our techniques: licking up and down the shaft in long strokes, flicking and darting, blowing and kissing. Jim shuddered as the unpredictable and ever-changing sensations assailed him.
Dewey called out "one minute." Jim was already panting as he struggled to master his rising arousal.
I started to lick his balls, which caused him to jolt. I realized that variety and the element of surprise would break down his self-control. You can sort of adjust to a continuous sensation, and pay less attention to it. But if the action varies, you are forced to re-adjust again and again.
Leaving Jim's cock to Matt, I hopped off the bed and kneeled on the floor, with my face up against Jim's left foot. I licked the sole a few times. The risqué idea that another guy was licking his feet, plus the element of tickling, really had an impact on Jim. He was shaking his head left and right on the pillow, as if to say "No." That caused me to intensify my oral activity. I worked both feet, sucking his toes and gently nipping his soles with my teeth.
"Two minutes," Dewey called out.
I hurriedly got off the floor and got onto the bed and began to kiss Jim. He was a kisser, and I knew that would provide some stimulation. He was writhing, but trying to stay still. I kept kissing him, on top of him, in a sort of dominant manner.
"Three minutes," Dewey said.
I tapped on Matt's head, and we switched places. Matt slid up to kiss his Sir, and I took over the sucking. We had agreed that I would be the one to finish the job.
Jim continued to squirm and to grunt as he tried to resist. I sucked him zealously, going all the way up and down, and slithering my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. I fondled his balls with my free hand.
"Four minutes," Dewey announced, and that must have been what Jim was waiting for. His body quit twisting and his muscles tightened up. I felt his thighs harden as he extended his legs. He bucked a little bit into my mouth, squirting three big gobs against the back of my throat.
"Four minutes and fifteen seconds," Dewey said, putting down the watch.
Matt and I withdrew our mouths from Jim. We all took a minute to recover. Jim was panting. The motel room was air conditioned, but it was humid from the Houston weather, and from our wet towels and swimsuits. There was a noticeable aroma of male bodies—sweat, testosterone, and what I wanted to think was semen. It was delectable.
Jim sat up, shook himself, and hopped off the bed. He went and fetched himself a second can of Budweiser. He popped the top, took a gulp, and held out his hand. Dewey gave him back the watch, and laid back flat on his bed. It was his turn.
Matt and I nudged him into the center of the bed so that we could be on either side. We positioned our heads close to his cock. Jim kind of gave a countdown, as he waited for the second hand on his watch to reach the top. In those thirty seconds, Dewey's dick went from semi-hard to full rigidity.
"Go!" said Jim. Matt and I immediately attacked Dewey's cock with our tongues, the same way we'd done with Jim minutes earlier. We used our hands to caress and squeeze his muscular thighs. I ran my other hand across his torso. Dewey was normally the one who did things to me; having his muscular bronze body under my own fingertips was a treat.
"One minute," said Jim. Dewey gave a sigh of exasperation. He was not going to win. The game excited him too much. It was competitive, it was kinky, it was mischievous. It was the kind of action he loved. I pulled my own mouth away, letting Matt take Dewey's whole cock into his mouth in a single stroke. Dewey groaned at the change, and squirmed on the bed.
"Two minutes," said Jim. I began to gently fondle Dewey's balls. I kissed his outer hip, licking at it a little with my tongue, continuing to enjoy having the stud at my disposal. With the hand that held his ball sack, I slipped a finger behind it, and stroked his taint. His body bucked at the sensation.
I slipped my finger even further back, and touched his rosebud. I had done this once before, so I knew that it was not completely out of bounds. But my touch triggered his orgasm. It probably had more to do with the naughty and bold nature of my action than it did with the actual physical pleasure. Dewey was affected by the psychology of sex play.
He moaned as he began to ejaculate. "Three minutes," Jim said, as Dewey's load began to surge. I watched Matt gleefully take it all. Matt was positively beautiful as his throat undulated and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the generous gobs of Dewey's seed. I realized that Matt was a very good cocksucker. He stayed on Dewey's cock for a minute, gently receiving the residual ooze.
Jim had won the contest. While the rest of us were catching our breath, he brought Dewey another can of Budweiser.
Sam's evening has been full of sexual teasing and games. He and Dewey are getting a better understanding of each other's needs and desires. Continue reading to see what else will happen to the guys on this overnight trip to Houston.
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