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That fateful night, they were all having fun with a little houseparty, a simple commemoration with lots and lots of alcohol to mentally prepare themselves for the toll that was their next semester of college.
They were having fun, being stupid young people, doing stupid things in their stupid houseparty. and in their stupid minds, they had the stupid idea of playing a stupid game. It was called dare or drink. and as the name suggested, they would give each other dares and they had to either do it or down a shot of the cheap vodka they had bought that suspiciously tasted like perfume.
Arranged in a circle with a plastic bottle on the middle, they spun many times, the top being the dared and the bottom being the darer. In one of those spins, the bottle had laid with it’s top facing Reich, the brightest student in the room, studying Medicine no less, and the bottom facing America, the slightly dim Economics student who would most definitely stay beyond needed in college.
“Nice, Finally!” He put his hands in his knees.“Reich, i dare you to play gay chicken.” Ah, a classic. Two guys would do increasingly lascivious things to each other and if one of them pulled back, flinched, or just straight up threw the towel, he would lose.
And Reich wasn’t just the most likely best student in the campus, he was also the resident gay chicken champion. He just never lost, he always knew what to do to freak his opponents out and get the win. It was a strange reputation, but men just don’t know how to turn down challenges, and oh how he was a good challenge.
“Of course.” Like he was almost expecting it. He cracked his knuckles. “Against who, you?”
“No, against Soviet.”
The mentioned man turned to the circle as soon as his name was heard. he wasn’t playing, he was just laying down in the couch drinking and minding his own business. Since he drank vodka on a nearly daily basis, it wouldn’t be fair for him to participate, he’d just drink every time and not do any challenge.
Soviet was a Law student. He was an average student, but he really shone outside his classroom, where he was part of the student council and was always happy to be engaged with the people. He really wants to make the most off his time in college, but in this occasion, he was a little stranded from them, because his mind was way out.
Truth is, America was wary of him. He had no girlfriend and seemed uninterested in women, and of course, because of that, he thought Soviet played for the other team, so to speak. So he decided to try some sort of thesis. Of an unstoppable object and an immovable force. If Soviet managed to out-do the resident champion and beat him at his game, he would be certain. But for that, he had to create the situation.
“You know what? Sure.” He put his red cup down and got up to the cheers of the people in the circle. “I don’t give up on a challenge.” Especially one that pest, America, proposes on him, even if he was almost certain he was being set up.
“Let’s do this, then.” Reich got up as well to the same whistles and claps.
They both stood in front of each other. Reich felt humiliated on having to look up to meet the other’s gaze, who looked down on him. But he didn’t need to fret. Soon enough, he would be the one humiliating him. That was his game.
The first move was Soviet’s. Reich wouldn’t normally let that, but he was too fast. He put his hand in his cheek, rubbing his thumb slightly. The soft skin of his red cheeks was so light under the rough skin of his fingertips, he just knew the other man had a multiple step skincare routine.
But he wouldn’t be left behind, oh no. The black-haired boy was quick to open his mouth and take the thumb in, suckling on it softly. That was a classic trick of his, it was ridiculously easy to freak his opponents out by using his mouth.
Soviet seemed unimpressed, though. Even aiding the process by slightly pushing his thumb in. He, however, had to take it out for a moment for what he was planning.
Reich smiled for a moment following it, already planning his own next move.
The redhead didn’t hesitate to trail his hand from the cheek up front to the chin, tilting it upwards. The other just leaned in; in his head, he was ready for him to give up.
But he had seen that many of times, he wasn’t scared. it’d take more than a fake-out to be a remote threat to him. No, he did just the opposite. He closed the gap, not waiting a second to put some tongue in to try and ward off the other. Soviet just took it in, swirling the other’s tongue with his own.
They shared that kiss for a while before both of them pulled away slowly, realising that it would be a stalemate, they wouldn’t go anywhere. The small string of saliva that parted between them evoked disgusted sounds from the others that surrounded, witnessing the death battle of the house party.
Reich used both his hands to go under his red sleeveless shirt and grab his sides, making sure to graze his long nails against the soft meat just under his ribs. That made him shudder, but not flinch. The game was still on.
Since they were going under shirts now, it was just fair Soviet matched, but just a little upwards, he trailed his hand through his torso, feeling all of it. He could tell he was extremely slim and fit, since almost all of it was skin and bone, with nowhere soft to grab. He thought it was nice, feeling the other’s ribcage move under the touch.
He went up to his chest, using his thumb and index to rub his nipples. He exhaled hard, and even muffled a groan, but again, no flinching.
The people around, including America, started getting less entertained and more confused. Their chatter made sure to remind both combatants that they were indeed still there watching, but that this was starting to get weird quick. They were really into it.
“Do you give up?” He stopped rubbing to hear his answer.
He smiled. “I never give up.” Reich replied, pulling himself to press their bodies together. He made sure every single part was touching, as they felt each other’s breathing.
Soviet, who had taken his hands off from under the other’s shirt, put his hands on Reich’s hands, pulling him along as he walked backwards. He sat himself on the couch he laid on before, his legs spread, and their audience’s confusion turned to worry as he pulled Reich to lay with him, on his lap. It was even more surprising when Reich didn’t hesitate for even a second.
They made exclamations of surprise to once again try to remind the two they weren’t alone, with UK even exclaiming for them to get a room, but they didn’t seem to mind. Their beef was with each other, the audience was just a plus.
Reich had to do something, so so absurd, to outdo all his previous feats, to make sure he’d be the champion and keep his title. And he was, figuratively and literally, in the perfect spot for it.
He started grinding himself against Soviet’s crotch, hard. He channelled all the strength of his own lonely nights with a pillow, even huffing a little from how hard he was stimulating himself and, hopefully, the other.
The redhead’s hand started moving, and Reich was certainly expecting to be pushed off to the ground, but instead, he just felt how they held his sides, stabilising and even encouraging the movement.
The movements wouldn’t be enough. Maybe he needed words.
“Your pecs are so nice.” Well, he wasn’t lying. He had seen the other shirtless before in other occasions, and he knew how nice his bare torso looked. Everyone knew so.
“You should try feeling them.” And with a swift motion, He excused one of his hands from Reich’s hips to grab his wrist and press his hands against his chest, making sure he could feel every centimetre of skin he could.
When Soviet flexed his muscles, his eyes were nearly shining. Feeling the muscles hardening and shifting right under him nearly made him drool. He wasn’t studying medicine for no reason, he was fascinated with the human body.
Right under his bottom, he could tell that the other was rock hard. He was surprised at first, but to him, it meant nothing. He had been grinding against it for a while, it had nothing to do with being gay or not.
He leaned against him and went with his mouth up to his ear. “You’re hard. You know that, right?” He spoke with his voice low, to make sure only he heard.
“So what? You are, too.” Reich hadn’t even noticed, but the other did, since he was leaning close and he could feel his boner against him. “I’m not stopping.”
“Don’t you think i will, either.”
This wouldn’t be over until it ended, and Soviet had one last ace up his sleeve: “Check my left back pocket.” He told him.
Reich complied, leaning forward to reach on the pocket of the pants he was wearing. It didn’t take much searching to find, the only thing in that pocket. He grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a condom.
Soviet grinned. He wasn’t expecting to use it, really, but he was known for always being well prepared. If that didn’t work, then he may have to actually fuck him to make him back off.
He seemed… unamused. He had hoped maybe the other was too stunned to reply, but no, not really. There was no flinching and no giving up. Instead, he simply brought the little pack up to his mouth and ripped the packaging open with his teeth. “Let’s do it. I dare you.”
Wait.
They both looked around. Gone. All of them, just, gone. They didn’t know how much the others had or hadn’t seen of their game, but now, they certainly wouldn’t want them to keep watching, and they didn’t want to, either.
Well, at least that meant they didn’t have to get off the sofa.
“Take it out.” He said, demanding.
He knew what he was referring to, and so, he complied without even thinking twice, unbuckling his belt and taking his cock out. Reich licked his lips. It was veiny and pumped full of blood and he wasn’t even sure if it’d fit him. But that wouldn’t stop him from trying, far from it.
Sliding the condom in place, they could both feel each other’s excitation. Reich was bouncing up and down and almost creamed his pants at the mere thought of taking it in. He wasn’t gay, though, promise.
Soviet slid the other’s pants and boxers down just enough so he could feel his hole, but the other was technically still wearing them. He brushed his fingers slightly to try and tease him, but Reich didn’t want to be teased, he wanted to be fucked.
So, he made the other put his hands in his hips and looked at him dead in the eye. “Whenever you’re ready.” Following it up with a sly grin “Unless you feel like giving up?”
Tsk. He would never fall for his taunting. And so, with no forewarning, He just gripped his hips tight and rammed into him.
Reich held on the other’s shoulders to help the movement, going at it hard like he’d been wanting this forever. When he thought it went deep enough, Soviet found a way to hit deeper and make him drool all over again.
He couldn’t help himself but moan loudly and let his tongue out; he wasn’t just putting on a show, he really was absolutely entranced by the heat filling his ass. The stimulation got even more unbearable when the other gripped hard on his sides, what would certainly leave a mark.
Not wanting to be left behind, he made sure to leave plenty of scratches with his nails and to bite on his shoulder, trying desperately to muffle the moans that came from being pounded so mercilessly and not being quite successful at it.
The other was enjoying himself as well. Reich was so vocal and obscene he almost sounded like a professional, and he was so tight, the way he squished his cock while he jumped and moaned was something from another world.
“Ah!~ I’m almost there!” He had to take his mouth away to cry out. “Please, keep going! Please!”
He could feel it too, going faster and faster to try and reach it. “Me too!”
“Do it, do it!” He grabbed his face to make sure they faced each other, but didn’t slow down their pacing. “Moan my name while you’re at it, come on!”
“Gah– Reich, Reich!~”
With both of them climaxing, He had the unfortunate happening of getting cum all on his pants, which he thought was ridiculous, and the other thought was kinda hot. They looked up and into each other’s eyes, not knowing where to go from here.
They weren’t gay, allegedly, but Reich had just got his first pounding ever and couldn’t wait for the next one, and Soviet saw in the condom what was probably the biggest load of his life. There was no way in hell they weren’t doing this again.
Luckily, they were right in Soviet’s little college apartment, which was still bigger than most dorms, and didn’t need to bother anyone else with an awkward conversation, since they had all already left and took the cheap vodka with them.
To sum this whole thing up, nowadays, they have already graduated from college and live happy together after a tasteful white wedding and a nice honeymoon in the Bahamas. They have adopted two children and a dog, and neither of them have chickened out yet.