It was almost instantaneous: the floodgates opened. Liam made sure the bowl was still positioned so that not a drop would be missed.
The first blast shot out so quickly that my reaction was almost half-a-second delayed. I let out a howl that was so loud that I wouldn’t have been surprised if the neighbors had heard it. The hot splooge spurted into the bucked.
I started thrusting again. I was like a wild animal. Colt and Travis couldn’t contain themselves; they were nearly doubling over. I’m sure I looked crazed. I moaned and spasmed and thrusted. I quivered and humped and cried out in passion.
Jet after jet after jet of white liquid flooded into the bowl. Each rope seemed to spurt for even longer than when I had made myself cum earlier. I was certain that they were lasting for fifteen seconds each. More than ever, it looked like I was pissing cum.
By the time I was getting close to being drained, the bowl was nearly a third of the way full. It had gotten so heavy that Liam was supporting it with both hands. I’m sure I would have felt mortified seeing just how much had come out of my balls, but there was simply no room in my body or my brain for any other feeling besides orgasm.
After a solid two minutes of powerful blasts, I finally stopped. That familiar feeling of intoxication washed over me. I couldn’t keep standing. I leaned all my weight against Colt. Fuck, he feels so good. I breathed deeply, inhaling him; he ever-so-slightly smelled like freshly cut grass. My eyes felt heavy. I had to force myself to keep them open.
“Holy shit,” Travis exclaimed, looking down into the cream-filled bowl.
Liam moved his hands in a circular motion so that the liquid created a miniature cyclone. Listening to the sloshing sounds made my stomach churn. The faint salty scent wafting into the air didn’t help either.
“It’s like he’s filled with cum instead of blood,” Colt chimed in.
Travis released his grip; he stepped away from my body and repositioned himself next to Liam. I barely managed to keep myself standing without his assistance. Colt had become my single pillar of support.
“He seems pretty out of it,” Colt said. “Fucker’s kinda heavy, too.”
Liam placed the plastic bowl back on the table. He grabbed the wooden chair upon which he had been sitting. He dragged it across the tile; the feet made a scrapping sound against them. He moved it beside the giant TV.
Liam walked towards me; he scanned my body. His eyes lingered on my deflated dick. He shook his head like a parent who was disgusted with a messy child. The embarrassment surfaced again. If I’d had the energy, I would have covered my crotch with my hands.
“Let’s get him in the chair,” Liam said.
He grabbed me by the side that Travis had once held. He and Colt supported my arms and began to guide me the few steps over to the seat. My legs felt so unsteady; each step was a chore.
They lowered me onto the old-fashioned wooden chair. I felt my fingers holding on to Colt as he helped lower me; it was if they didn’t want to let go. I pressed my spine against the back support; it cradled my body. My bulky thighs went into a full man spread. My legs splayed out in front of me.
All three of them stood in front of me yet again. They had taken a rare break from their tittering, but they still looked as pleased as punch. I knew what I must have looked like. They’d shown me the photos from my eighteenth birthday, when I’d done so many tequila shots that I had lost count. That’s how I felt.
“That was insane,” Colt said.
“I can’t believe how much kept coming out,” Travis stated. “Each shot went on forever. I kept thinking it was going to end… but then it just kept going.”
“Can you imagine if you were a girl and he came in your mouth?” Colt responded. “It would feel like you were drowning.”
“Do you actually think he’d last long enough to get it in a girl’s mouth?” Liam asked snidely. “He’d be lucky to not cum before he got his pants off.”
That got a chuckle out of everyone. Travis moved back over to his spot on the couch; he plopped himself down, but kept staring.
“Should… should we just let him rest?” Colt asked.
Yes, please. I should have said it. If nothing else, I should have nodded my head. I just sat there passively like I had completely given up. I couldn’t lie to myself, either: it wasn’t just due to physical exhaustion.
“I mean… we could,” Liam said. “But… and I know this might be a little messed up, but, I’m kind of curious to see if there’s any more left in him?”
“What?” Colt guffawed. “There’s no fucking way there’s anything left. Look at the bowl.”
“Maybe?” Liam replied. “It’s not like any of us are doctors, though. How the hell do I know?”
“I’m with Colt,” Travis said. “He’s done. Ain’t nothing else coming out of those balls. Shit, I’m not even sure how he could have any piss in him at his point.”
No. I can’t. It’s not going to happen. I did what I said I would. I thought about standing up and drunkenly stumbling my way to the door. I went to move my right leg and it felt like dragging a steel beam. It was completely asleep; both of my legs were.
Liam grinned at Colt. “Wanna make a bet? I’ll bet you a hundred bucks I can get him to cum again.”
“A hundred bucks is pretty fucking steep,” Colt said. “Not everyone has rich parents.”
“Fine,” he replied. “I’ll take a handicap. How about… how about I bet that I can make it happen again without using any hands – not mine, not his, not anyone’s?”
“Touching,” Colt said. “I’ll take the bet if you – you, Liam, with nobody else helping you out — can get another load from him without touching him. And yeah, Augie can’t just jerk himself off or anything either.”
“You’re on.”
They shook hands with one another. Colt took his spot at the other end of the couch. Liam walked back towards his bedroom; Travis went and retrieved his phone from where it had been in the pile on the backpack. He had fetched Colt’s for him as well. They both stared at their devices silently for a few minutes. It felt so eerie to be sprawled out naked in front of them while they barely acknowledged my presence. It should have been a relief to be free from their prison-guard grips, at least, but it wasn’t.
I could feel myself starting to come back to my senses. My head was getting less cloudy; my legs were tingling as their muscles began to come back to life. I tried to conjure some saliva since my mouth had become dry. I was trying to think of what to say. I knew I needed to end things.
I had just started to open my mouth to speak when Liam bounded back into the room. He had a few things tucked into the crook of his arm. His eyes were alive with energy.
“I’m ready to win the hundred bucks!” he exclaimed.
“Keep dreamin’,” Colt said.
Liam dumped the array of items on the floor behind the sofa, which meant I couldn’t see what they were. He was clearly holding one behind his back when he re-emerged. He made a beeline right for me.
I felt the acid in my stomach rising when he reached me. I took a deep breath to prepare myself for what was coming next. I knew I was going to have to push back or I’d end up being at his mercy yet again.