The Game Chapter 4: I'll See Your Cock
This set of stories is not quite a fan fiction but it's close. It's based off a fantasy I concocted years ago, updated as the passage of time has required. I did have a slate of faces I imagined while writing this, and I list them at the end of the story. Use your own imagination if you don't like my choices. This story should not be taken as a true representation of the sexuality of any of the men in question.
The story depicts males in modern world fantasy sexual situations with other males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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A night bird cried out, and Josh woke with a start.
So too did nine other young men, the other male contestants in The Game television show. They all rolled on their sides to find the Dark Man and the blond surfer dude standing once more in the middle of the hut. They were naked, of course, but were they ever not?
"Up," was all the Dark Man said, without moving his lips.
Josh clambered out of his bunk and stood with the others in a row facing him, watching and waiting. The muscle stud was on edge, and his dick was swelling. The memory of the Dark Man's cock in his mouth, of its plowing into his remarkably open throat, and of it doing away with his anal cherry—all these got his hormones churning even though he would still have told anyone he was straight as an arrow. The Dark Man just had that effect on him now, no idea why. The sexy shadow strode over to the row and, taking Mando by the shoulder, directed the little Mexican American to the middle of the floor. Meanwhile, Surfer Dude retrieved Mando's bunkmate, Leo, in a similar manner.
"Strip down."
A rustle went through the gamers as their bunkmates pulled off their shorts, handing them to Surfer Dude. Then, without being told, they fell to their knees and looked up at the Dark Man with worship in their eyes.
"Make love to one another with your mouths. I want to watch."
Without hesitation, the two studs turned to each other and kissed-- hard. Hands reached out, and the naked studs explored each other's bodies. Now-rigid cocks were grasped and pumped. Squelching noises filled the hut as pre-cum lubed dicks were masturbated.
"Mmm," Mando all but whimpered. Josh had heard the same sort of moan from girlfriends and knew it meant `More! Please!'.
"Now, suck." The Dark Man was now erect, and Joss fancied he could smell the bead of precum that crowned his piss-slit.
While their buddies rubbed at their tented shorts, the make-out studs twisted into position, and each swallowed his partner's dick, taking the length as if he'd been born to the art. Josh watched in awe as they sucked one another off in the middle of the floor. Whatever they'd learned from sucking the Dark Man's cock had stayed with them because in only a few minutes, they were both swallowing hot steaming wads of cum.
The Surfer Dude had since then pulled Kumar and Saul together to form a team. They stripped and fell into another sixty-nine. Then the Dude teamed up Ben and Leland. Then Charlie and Lee. Finally, he paired up Josh and Wally. Josh and his bunkmate followed Leo and Mando's lead and, after some inspired French kissing, threw themselves into a hot sucking session there in the middle of the hut, in front of the Dark Man, Surfer Dude, God, and everybody. Everybody. Wow. Josh wondered if production might have stuck a surveillance camera in the hut. This scene should surely be enough to get them all sent home. Then, as Josh felt the flanged corona of Wally's cockhead slip into his throat, he decided he didn't care. What he was, they were, doing, it was what needed to be done. Fuck production.
"Now," the Dark Man said as Josh and Wally disentangled, the taste of salty ball-juice still in their mouths, "I want you to suck someone else. Josh, choose yourself a partner."
Josh, on his knees, crawled to where Leo now sat on his bunk and insinuated himself between the black stud's spread thighs. Leo's long dick stood proudly, jutting into the night. Josh took the shaft in his right hand and stared at the brown silkiness in awe. The only other cock he had seen this close was the Dark Man's—oh and Wally's, but Wally's dick was a regular serving size while this beauty was party-sized. Licking his lips for courage, the muscle stud opened his mouth and slowly allowed the impressive length to enter. Deep down, Josh had a feeling that if he hadn't sucked the Dark Man's dick earlier, he would never have been able to handle this shaft. As it was, though, he was able to relax his throat muscles enough to allow the fuck-rod entrance. Once it was firmly embedded, though, the player tightened his throat muscles again, and Leo gasped. Josh looked up Leo's body and watched his new lover grab at the sheets and ball them up in his clenched fists.
"Holy shit!" Leo gasped. "You are a cocksucking god!"
To prove Leo right, Josh began to piston his head up and down on black stud's manhood, allowing a flood of saliva to course down the shaft.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Josh smiled. He'd never expected to be so good a cocksucker that he could reduce a big-dicked stud like Leo to a quivering mass of desire, but here he was. Experimentally, Josh supplemented the friction of the hot velvet tightness of his throat with teasing touches of tongue, teeth, and lips. If you had to put a name to what he was doing, it would be assault, but the young black man was handling it beautifully, lying there, suffering manfully, begging for more.
"Oh! Shit! Yeah! Suck my fat black cock, man!"
The pair was so intent on their own scene that they didn't for a second register other suck sessions that broke out around them. Saul was blowing Mando in a show of razza unity; Charlie had taken over on Wally's piece where Josh had left off; Lee nursed on Kumar shaft; and Leland was face-fucking himself on Ben's dick. And none of them noticed the Dark Man wandering from couple to couple and taking careful notes.
"Switch," the Dark Man ordered before any of the guys could manage a second orgasm, and the suckers and suckees traded places.
Josh sort of expected it, but, oh my god, Leo really paid him back for the job he'd done on that sweet black cock—paid him back with interest. Fuck! Thick lips worshipped Josh' shaft exquisitely, and then Leo dove down the pole to Josh' pubes. Jesus fuck! This guy had swallowed him whole in one take. Not even the most dedicated club-bunny had ever been able to manage that!
Josh grabbed Leo's dreds and did what he could to direct this suck-monster's attentions to the old bamboo.
"Oh god," Josh softly moaned, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna..."
"Stop!"
The ten horny players looked up at the Dark Man with expressions ranging from Saul's annoyance to Josh's desperation. Stop?! But Josh, still holding Leo's head down on his cock, wanted to feed the black stud his load, wanted to feel his dick pulsing in Mr. Dreds' tight throat—and then he wanted to bring Leo to a screaming climax, too.
"Josh, that means you too."
Josh let go of Leo's head with a sigh, and the black wrestler pulled his face out of the muscle stud's lap as they all looked to the middle of the room.
"Now," the Dark Man said, stroking his own cock, "Who wants my sperm?"
Ten eager cum-pigs fell to their knees and crawled up to the Dark Man. There they pushed close together and waited, eyes open, fixating on the fat brown cock like puppies waiting for the same teat.
The Dark Man stiffened, and his rich sperm escaped his dick flew around the room, marking every single one of them. Josh, who had had his mouth open wide, managed to get a taste of the white gold, and he fell back on his haunches, staring greedily at the Dark Man's still dripping shaft.
"Who wants to lick my cock clean?" the Dark Man asked, grinning.
The guys look at one another. They all did of course, but they had no idea how to be fair about it.
"There's only so much for you to share, so... Leo, Charlie, Leland, Lee, Saul, you all get your tongues in gear."
The naked young men, dripping sperm, attached themselves orally to the Dark Man's slurpy cock and dripping ball-sack, and did what cum-hungry sluts did.
Meanwhile the Surfer Dude, grinning, said, "Mando, Ben, Wally, Josh, Kumar, you'll have to make due with me. Get over here and work my cock over. And do it good, `cause I'm the only one here that hasn't nutted once yet."
After the Dark Man's dick was clean, he languidly fucked Charlie's mouth, then Saul's, and down lot the line, filling in the time as the other five guys sucked the Surfer Dude to his own orgasm. Now doubly anointed in sperm, Surfer Dude's guys fell back on their haunches as the blond blew, splattering them with his own special dose of intoxicating sperm. They ended by licking the blond's cock clean.
"Jesus," Josh thought as he sat there, mouth agape as he got facefucked by the blond's uncut cock, "How many times can these two cum? Hell, how many times can we?"
As it turned out, that might not have been the wisest question Josh had ever asked. He was about to find out.
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Possible faces for the characters:
Players (kit colors)
Ben (grey) Benson Henderson, mma fighter; Charlie (sky blue) Charlie Hunnam, actor; Josh (navy) Joss Mooney, reality star; Kumar (Yellow) Amit Kumar, amateur wrestler; Lee (purple) Cohutta Lee Grindstaff, reality star; Leland (black) Leland Chapman (Dog days), reality star; Leo (Orange) Lio Rush, professional wrestler; Mando (green) Armond Rizzo, porn star; Saul (Red) Canelo Alvarez, boxer; and Wally (Brown) Yung Woo Hwang, reality star.
Spirits
The Dark Man, Tonraq from Legend of Korra ; the Surfer Dude, John John Florence, surfer.