I couldn't believe what was happening. I'd only gone over to my friend's house to enjoy a few drinks and relax. As happens, a few more friends had turned up, they'd invited some friends and, just when I was considering heading off for the night, some absolute genius had declared that he was the best shag in the whole room.
This of course had led to an argument but, rather than leading to the party ending abruptly as everyone dissolved into tears, someone had the stunning idea to initiate a competition to try and find out exactly who within the room was actually the best lay.
Understandably, not everyone had wanted to join in for a variety of reason. 'I've got a partner' was the most popular excuse, but we still ended up with ten participants, including me.
Although there were more women present than men, we still ended up with five of each gender, as well as leaving us with plenty of spectators for what I wish had gone on to become a regular event. Instead, it was just this one time, but what a time!
I'm not sure who made the decisions, but whoever it was decided that there should be two events, and for the first it should be the men racing, not that we ended up doing much of the work.
Everyone was paired off into a couple and to add some excitement it was agreed we lads shouldn't know who we'd been paired off with. So, as we stood or sat there completely stark naked, we were blindfolded.
In a way this was beneficial to me, as I absolutely fancied the pants off one of the ladies involved, a model-like brunette called Jessica. Not knowing gave me hope that perhaps the drunkards who'd organised the race had taken my well-known feelings into account and would leave the inevitable disappointment that it wasn't her until after I'd busted a nut.
I suppose it was a bit of a misnomer calling it a 'race', as it wasn't about how fast we were, at least, not if we wanted to win the title of 'best shag.' It was an endurance race, where the final three to 'finish', as it were, moved on to the next round. As you may have guessed, it was essentially 'try not to nut' but instead of being the entirety of November it was however long you could resist the sucking and wanking that your unknown companion provided, and as both members of the couple lost if you nutted, it encouraged the couples to start slow. Although, as it meant all the guys cumming, technically we were all winners.
Except, whoever had my cock in their mouth seemed to be determined to get me to lose.
At the time I had no idea who was sucking me off but with even the smallest possibility of it not being Jess, I was having the time of my life. It had been a few months since anyone but myself had caused my orgasms, so while I was keen to enjoy it, I was also determined not to finish too soon, so rather than thinking about it who I wanted it to be I considered who else was left.
While Jess was clearly my pick of the crop, Samantha (or Sammy) wasn't too bad. She had long brunette hair, while also being tall and slim but, rather than retaining her femininity like Jess, she was instead boyish, flat chested and assed. Not quite my cup of tea, but no loss if it was her, even if she were likely the plainest of the bunch.
As my thoughts moved on to number three, Scottish Yvonne, whoever was wanking my decent six and a bit inches began to suck on my testicles at the same time, causing me to yelp involuntarily. An undertone of chuckling and tittering caused my cheeks to go red, which returned my thoughts to Yvonne.
Short and curvy, and by that, I mean she has massive breasts and a big arse. Her (face) cheeks were often red from the effort she put into riding every cock she could get her hands on. Not that anyone held it against, as I'd even had my chance a few months ago.
Sadly, the triste had ended prematurely, as I had been turned off by her aggressive foreplay. I think it's fair to mention her version of foreplay included batting my testicles like a cat toy. Which, if it came to preventing me from shooting my load too early would be exactly the sort of thing I'd recommend someone doing to delay orgasm. If only it wasn't
my
poor balls. And if she was still annoyed about me ending our previous shag session early, getting me out of the competition early would be a pretty good revenge.
My reverie was interrupted by the sound of cheers from the group watching. I was pretty certain that, underneath the cheering, I could hear a guy gasp as his balls emptied. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I did notice that after the cheering subsided my own personal fluffer began to focus exclusively upon my length rather than my balls, returning to sucking about half while wanking the rest.
I hoped she hadn't sped up too soon as this relentless assault began to have the expected effect. To my relief I heard the guy next too me choke and moan before those watching laughed and cheered once more. Yet I didn't dare shoot off too soon just in case my assumptions of my rivals ejaculations were incorrect.
I managed what I approximated to be another five minutes before my desperately horny libido finally beat the worst images my mind could conjure up, instead turning involuntarily into visions of Jess wrapping her plump lips around my rock hard knob, her perky c-cups bouncing with every movement, her hand between her legs as she touched herself, wishing that it was me inside her, fucking into her own desperate release...
With a deep guttural roar, I shot everything I had into the mouth of whoever had been going at me like a pro. I imagined they'd remove me from within their mouth as my orgasm occurred but, to my enjoyment they continued to suck and lick until every drop was out.
As my pleasure subsided I was quick to remove my blindfold, to be rewarded with seeing Yvonne, as I had assumed, attempting to swallow my load, although I noted with pride that two gulps were needed.
