This goes back a few years, when I studied in England, at UCL, but it's still something I think about, it still arouses me when I remember the night. I would have preferred to get a place on my own, but ended up sharing, answering an advert in a listings paper and getting a room in a house with four others, two guys, two girls.

I don't know how long I'd been there, not very, when we all played the obligatory late night game of stoned spin the bottle. Chosen as everyone was too far gone to navigate poker. We drank, we span, we took our clothes off. Socks usually first, jewellery was allowed. I suppose I must have played this game before, but perhaps when I was so young it didn't mean as much, young is where the game should stay really, it really shouldn't be something grown-ups do. Still, we weren't that grown up, and I was certainly willing to be silly if it meant being naked. I felt the first tingle of arousal when I took my shirt off, then something a little stronger when Joules unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, and stood in a pale blue vest top and a pair of white cotton panties. I watched Andy strip down to his underwear, displaying the sort of torso magazines are made for, I knew he put some work into it, but god he looked good, slim, tight, long toned muscles in places where I wasn't sure I had places. I also thought he showed more than the girls in a similar state, or allowed everyone to see the shape of his genitals, the length of his soft cock and the bulging packet of his balls.

And then Brett, our American friend, was obliged to reach a similar state of undress, and we saw that he wore smaller pants, not quite Y-fronts, but high cut briefs, which covered but also failed to disguise the shape of his penis, which frankly and immediately let all of us see that there was a significant sized cock tucked away, either that, I thought, or he had the first stirring of an erection. And then this thought caused a murmur in my own pants. Which rose to a whisper when Kelly pulled off her T-shirt and sat in her bra and panties, when she sat and faced me baring the creamy slopes of her breasts, the tight points of her nipples, and what I thought, what I hoped was the swell of her pubic hair.

I was still in my jeans and underwear when Andy was forced, well, not forced, when he was the first not to back down, not to stop. And he stood, swayed really, T-shirt long gone, combats discarded a few turns ago, he stood in a pair of tight grey briefs, the outline of his penis, the full shape or his balls now familiar to everyone. He waited, looking, forcing a smile, and then quickly pulled his underwear off, down his legs, stood up to a second or two of stunned silence as his cock uncurled itself -- I don't think anyone thought the game would go this far -- as it fell down and hung in front of him, in front of the dark round sac of his testicles, and then cheers and whoops.

Andy did a quick spin, showed his smooth pale bare ass, tight and firm looking, his now naked cheeks showing the curves and cuts of regular testing, and then back to the dark thicket of his pubic hair, the soft gnarled flesh of his dangling prick, his shaft slim and smooth, a slightly raised vein running along the middle of his stem, and his large looking tip, I knew I was staring, this was far from the first time I'd seen a guy naked, but I loved looking, and Andy looked good, his penis wasn't so big, normal sized I guess, but it was a nice one, his oval bulb covered with a soft layer of malleable skin, his thick rim large enough to show through, and the tight and wrinkled pouch of scrotum. He sat. I glanced as someone else span, at Andy, his legs crossed out in front of him, pushing his cock upwards, a small parody of an erection, flopping heavily left and right as he shifted, the point of his foreskin shielding his soft tip, his balls and contracted sac in full view.

We carried on. To the crunch, which was, obviously, whether either of the girls would remove a piece of underwear. Kerry lost. And was due to take of either bra or knickers.

"Come on, Andy's naked, look at him."

"I don't want to look at him, thanks"

"Kelly, come on, get something off."

I looked at her and smiled.

"Kelly come on, we all will, right Joules?"

"Oh, yeah, right."

And the usual combination of peer pressure, intoxication and some small measure of exhibitionism won the moment. Kelly reached behind herself, undid her bra clip, whipped it down her arms and spun it above her head, threw it across the room. My tingle returned. There was definite movement as Kelly exposed her full and firm breasts, young and small enough to sit high on her chest, crowned with the dark and taut points of her nipples.

More cheers, more whoops.

I glanced, and glanced again Kelly's bare breasts, which were really rather lovely, not huge, but soft and pert on her slim frame, and, this was unavoidable, with those tight, dark, pointing nipples.

I felt the tingle in my belly and groin. This was not good, not yet at least, and probably not at all, it would not be good to get a hard on, it would be bad form, surely, to remove my own underwear and reveal a hard cock, even semi-hard, not unless the game really changed.

Brett was next. To stand, to wait, looking at all of us, looking rather sheepish all of a sudden, we watched him hook in his thumbs, bend and lower, and take off his tight white briefs, I saw a quick flash of soft flesh, dark curly pubic hair and tight wrinkled skin as he bent down. He stood up to show us his cock. And we looked, in a suddenly silent room. Brett was circumcised for one, which made him look more exposed, more naked, his unshielded tip formed a thick soft bulb at the head of his dangling stem. I realised his cock looked sort of large, frankly impressive in the way it had been released and now hung along his bare thighs. We all looked, at his suddenly exposed organ, realising it was obviously longer than Andy's, who didn't seem to care, and I knew it was longer than mine. Brett did his spin, showed us his tight smooth ass, and in spinning caused his bare prick to swing outwards, to raise up from the fat round pouch which was pushing it gently forward, hooking his thick fleshy stem out in a gentle curve. We looked at his oval and shiny glans, the rose of his tiny opening, his protruded helmet a slightly paler and smooth contrast to the thick and vein ridged length of his darker shaft.

There were semi-ironic murmurs of appreciation. I was still in my jeans. I was falling behind. Then Joules lost, and somehow persuaded us to let her off, on the basis that she'd strip completely next time. She was already showing a fair amount of skin, sitting cross legged, in bra and panties, the mound of her pubic hair creating a noticeable bulge, the twin peaks of her nipples showing from the centre of her full and heavy breasts, also half exposed.

Then I lost. I took off my jeans, stood for a second, judging whether I had the first stirrings of an erection. It felt okay. My prick felt alive, interested, fuller perhaps than its normal state of un-arousal.

And then it was Kelly's turn to get naked.

"Come on, don't chicken out on us now."

"Oh, fuck it."

She surprised us all by standing and, without and hesitation, pulling off her panties and staying stood, utterly and beautifully nude, her trimmed but still thick brown patch of pubic hair framing the almost visible mound of her vulva.

Cheers, of course, and whoops.

She spun and gave us a look at her plump and pert arse, pale and smooth, split by the inviting shadow of her cleft, before sitting, legs together but bent onto the carpet, preventing us from getting a more explicit look at her sex, offering no more than the dark tease of her bush, topping off the smooth skin of her naked thighs with a crown of coarse thick hair. I ignored the pulses and quivers emanating from my prick, knowing now it was either me or Joules to strip next.

Joules lost.

"No way, I'm chickening out, I don't care, no way I'm getting nude in front of you lot."

"Come on Joules, don't spoil the party."

"I'll go first, I don't mind."

"Okay, you first, then I'll do it."

So I stood, feeling the heaviness of my penis, wanting to be naked, wanting (again) to be looked at, but with a sudden burst of timidity. Of nerves. I felt my cock make a retreat, was this good? It couldn't be, I knew what I could be like, I knew Andy's fair sized cock was impressive enough, was probably at least average, when soft at least, and Brett, well, I had seen a fair few guys naked, in various situations, various places, and his penis was about as large as I had seen, long, thick. And here I was. I took a deep breath. I wouldn't be the one to end things. I gripped and stripped. I took off my last item of clothing, and stood for all to see me, my balls drawn up close into me, my taut dark scrotum, my small soft cock pushed out, pushed up almost, I glanced, as people looked and clapped, I looked at my tight and slim penis, at the wrinkled length of skin I was displaying, my stem thin, narrowing to a point where the tight collar of my foreskin had formed a pink-brown funnel that obscured even the shape of my traitorously fearful glans. Ah well. We were naked, this was what mattered. This was what was arousing.

I had my round of cheers and whoops.

"Joules come on, party pooper."

But she did it too. She stood, and, not quite as perfunctorily as I might have imagined, did a little strip for us. She unclipped her bra, held her hands over her chest, threw the bra at Andy, then held her hands above her head, jiggling her chest, shaking her large and smooth breasts. Then she turned, with a bit of a dance, and pulled her knickers down, slowly, revealing, inch by inch, the crack of her bum, then more, then all of her round derriere, holding for a second as she stepped out of her panties, still bent at the waist, still facing away, letting us linger over the smooth skin of her perfect ass, but also, perhaps unknowingly, letting us also look at the mound of her dark hairy vulva as it bulged from between her legs. I felt my cock pulse. Then she was turning, and, suddenly, to cheers and whoops, presenting us with a clear view of her naked sex, the thick vivid strip of pubic hair that topped the visible split of her pussy.

I felt my cock tremble again, took a quick look at the other guys, without seeming to look, glancing at their penises to see if theirs had reacted. I thought both seemed bigger, Andy's perhaps more so. Was he? Was it? Longer than when he first stripped, thicker? Brett's also looked a tiny bit thicker, or more solid. I relaxed, so long as I wasn't the only one to get stiff, if we were all showing signs of arousal that was okay, weird, to be hanging around in the house, all naked, all of us naked, all of us with hard cocks, but better than just me. I tried to get a look at the girls, at whether they were aroused by any of this, whether there was any sign of dampness between their legs. They were both sitting in ways designed to block us looking. I looked away.

We need more drinks, I got up with Joules to mix them, left the others to skin up a couple more whilst we prepared vodkas and coke, rums and coke, my lone gin and tonic. And this was strange, but nice, quietly erotic, walking from living room to kitchen, both of us naked, looking at her breasts as they moved as she walked, feeling my prick bobbling over my balls, feeling myself hanging, swinging back and forth, the air cool, caressing my naked body, seeing her glance down at it, as it swayed from side to side, as we stepped to the kitchen.

We fixed the drinks, stayed to chat for a minute or so, facing each other, naked, allowing both of us to look at the other unimpeded, with barely any charade of trying not to. I looked, at Joules's bare breasts, at the thick dark bush of hair concentrating all attention, contrasting to the smooth pale skin of the rest of her body. I felt her eyes on me, almost physically present, as she looked, slowly, letting me see the route her eyes are taking, lingering low, staring at my naked genitals, the reflection of light connected my cock to her mind, my belly rolled.

And we chat, drunkenly, drug affected, about the night, about the moment.

"You know, Will, you have a very nice little dick."

"Well thank you Julie. A man can't hear that enough. You have a quite lovely pair of breasts, and from what I can see, your pussy, well, that looks quite delicious as well."

"Indeed, it is very delicious, can I tell you something though? I am partial to a penis."

"Indeed. Any particular penis?"

"I like small ones, lovely soft small little cocks, classical looking. Like yours Willem. At the present moment."

"Thank you, very much, and may I say, I am partial to pussy, to dark hairy thick wet beautiful pussies, like yours."

"It is like that, thank you for saying, for noticing, I do have a beautiful big hairy cunt, would you like to see it?"

"I'd love to."

"Right you are."

And she hopped up onto one of the work surfaces,

and inched herself backwards, then pulled her legs up to her chest, keeping them together for a second.

"First however, you have to show me your cock."

"Here it is, you can see it."

"No, you have to show me what I can't see. Come on, I want you to show me the tip, Will, pull back your foreskin please, then you can see my cunt, close up. But no touching."

I looked at her, then gripped the still soft, still small shaft of my penis, sort of held it up, horizontal, and pulled back my foreskin, to show her my glans, which was now a little fuller, which now showed some definition, and which was also wet, so was slick, smooth, shiny. I looked down as I did it, as squeezed my prick I saw a tiny pearl of clear liquid escape the pursed slit of my urethra.

"Well, there we are. You can let go, if you want, unless you want to stroke it for me? Unless you'd like to masturbate for me?"

The idea was appealing, for both of us to masturbate in front of the other, coming together, watching her face contort with pleasure, watching me come for her, over her, spurting my thick cum onto her bare skin.

"Hmm, maybe later."

I dropped my penis, which was still soft enough to fall back down so it hung over the raised mound of my scrotum. I looked back to Joules.

"Right then little missy, show me your beautiful big hairy cunt."

And she did, she spread her legs wide, on the counter, showing me the whole of her sex. I bent slightly to get a good look, I felt my penis throb some more as I looked at the dark and thick pubic hair above and over the raised mound of her vulva, she let her legs fall apart and showed me her engorged labia, dark and full, the swollen cheeks of her pussy, the raised hood of her clitoris. I could feel myself reacting, in my belly, in my balls, I could feel my cock burbling with arousal as I looked at Joules, at the moist folds of her hot young cunt.

"You're right, you have a beautiful cunt, if I may call it that, quite lovely."

"Thank you. You may. And you have a gorgeous member, if I may call it that."

"You may."

"And by the looks of it, it quite likes my cunt."

"Well yes, I think it's interested."

"Interested, yes, somehow, how shall we say, bigger than before. Your prick has gotten bigger, don't you think?"

"You may be right."

"I think I am. Your penis, which was soft and small before, is now longer, yep, and thicker. If I am not mistaken young man, you are getting aroused, your penis is becoming erect."

"No, no no, no way."

"Now come on, don't lie to me, you are getting an erection, your beautiful soft little cock is getting stiff, filled, flooded with blood, looking at me, at my beautiful cunt, you are excited by this, I can tell, you'd like to put your long stiff cock inside me, wouldn't you, you would like to look, and then when your are completely hard, you would like to put it inside me, you would love to slide your erect penis inside my tight little pussy, wouldn't you, slide your hard penis inside my slippery wet vagina, right up inside my moist vagina?"

"No, no, come on now, let's not get sordid."

"Hmm? Tell me, come on, you'd like to put your big hard slick cock deep inside my tight wet cunt? And fuck me, hmm, push and pull yourself in and out, until you come, until you ejaculate and fill my hot cunt with your thick cum?"

"Well."

"Willem, your penis is hard, admit it."

"Only if you admit that your vagina is quite wet?"

"Um, well."

"I am going back in the other room, enough, enough of this silliness."

I do, though I'm not sure why, when I think back, I'm reasonably sure Joules would have fucked me, had I stayed with her in the kitchen, I'm fairly sure that if I'd kissed her, if I'd leant in, as she was, or if I'd bent, or knelt on the floor, and kissed her sex, I would have found out for sure just how wet her vagina was, that she'd have reached down and held my stiffening penis, would have rubbed it and squeezed it, would have drawn it to her opening and asked me to push my by then very hard dick up inside her by then hot and soaking cunt. And we would have fucked, in the kitchen.

This is what I think, these days anyway, when I think of it, which is reasonably often, I recreate that moment, exactly as it happened, but take a detour, and have me staying, staring, dropping to my knees and kissing her hairy cunt, holding her open and opening my mouth onto her wet pussy, licking, tasting, making her come there and then, drinking the sweet flavour of her climax, standing up, and letting her see what this had done to me, letting her look at my hard cock, pushing, holding her legs apart, pulling her onto me, pulling her tight damp pussy onto my rigid cock, feeling her wrap her slim legs around me, and fucking, there in the kitchen, fucking hard and fast, feeling her hands on my bare ass, sensing her arousal, both of us coming quick and powerful, flooding her with hot cum, the tight peristaltic muscles of her vagina rippling and squeezing my semen from deep inside me.

As it was I did return to the living room with the drinks, with my penis still hanging down, still swinging from side to side, but unignorably bigger than when I left.

They do ignore it though. I see Andy and Brett look, I catch both of them looking, and not looking away, I see Kelly give it more than a glance. But they say nothing. I'm not sure if this is good or bad.

The night continued, as these sort of nights do, with increased inebriation and disinhibition. There were dares, as there had to be. Kelly is dared to run out of the front door, naked, across the road and back, which she did. Which we watched her do, from the window, four equally naked friends standing next to each other on our sofa, in front of a curtain-free window, with lights on, watching a fifth dart to and from our front door, her breasts bouncing delightfully, her bare feet making her seem more naked, glancing up and down the street, the yellow sodium street lamps creating a vivid contrast between Kelly's naked pale body, her thick dark pubic hair and the near black background of the houses behind.

I needed a piss, and was subsequently dared to let everyone watch. Which I did, though I was unsure whether Andy and Brett were too interested, or if they were they assume a pose of indifference, but they all watch me. I ease back my foreskin, let everyone see the smooth, slightly shiny tip of my cock, point my super sensitive member at the pan, and let go. The girls say this is the first time they've seen this close up, stand silent as I let a violent stream of almost clear urine exit the thin slit of my penis and splash into the toilet water. I feel myself start to swell in my hand, being watched do this most mundane activity, eight eyes are creating a sense of physical pressure, as if they are all holding my soft cock as I piss. I shake myself off, I want someone else to do this, I think of daring one of them, I carry on, saying nothing, noticing though that my cock is now longer than before, again obviously so, straighter, fuller.
Andy is dared (by Joules I notice) to pull back his foreskin, to show the rest of his cock. Which he does without hesitation. And leaves it like that, allows the smooth and round head of his cock to take in the air.

The girls are dared to kiss for a whole minute, which they do, setting a dangerous precedent. The boys watch, in silence, as Kelly and Joules they lean into each other, as they hold each other's arms, shoulders, and kiss, with faked (we assume) but convincing passion, we watch them opening their mouths, we can see each of their tongues, gently pushing forward, touching, teasing the other, then firmer, then with even more convincing passion thrusting their tongues in and out of the other's mouth, as they hold each other by the waist, and as their nipples touch, as their stiff and long nipples touch and rub. And as the boys' penises quiver and pulse some more, not completely, or even half erect, but as the boys' young members thicken.

I look at Andy's, at Brett's, notice this thickening, as we watch the girls snogging, I notice Andy's foreskin has re-covered his tip, but that I can still see the very end of the shiny purple tip of his prick, that, is there, some moisture at the very end of it, that the closed lips of his urethra are oozing a small pearl of pre-cum. I can also see that Brett's is still longer, and thicker. I try not to look at mine, and tell myself not to touch, that one firm movement would have me spurting my seed over the floor, in front of everyone. I feel on a knife edge of sexual excitement, and still no-one has touched my cock, apart from, me, briefly, in the kitchen with Joules.

The girls stop kissing. Turn to face us. I am dared to take Andy's penis in my hand, keep it there for a minute. I do this, not without much protestation of distaste, of course, but I do it, to keep the game going. And Andy lets me, for the same reason. He stands, I stand in front of him, insert my fingers between the warm length of his penis and the rough tight cooler protrusion of his balls, I feel his soft cock in my hand, oblige myself to hold it, to close my fingers around it and lift it away from his body. I feel it pulsing, it feels heavy, strange, a hot tube of throbbing male sex in my hand. I wonder if Andy will get hard, I wonder if his cock will stiffen in my hand, or whether it will shrink, whether he's trying to control himself. Then I wonder if my own cock will show any reaction to what I'm doing. And I do feel Andy's prick harden, just, imperceptibly by sight, but in my hand I can feel him get stiffer, his cock pulses, I feel it throb, a tremor of warm blood floods into his soft spongy tissue. He is turned on, fuck, Andy is aroused by this, a little, his cock is getting thicker under the pressure of my fingers. There is the urge to go with this, to squeeze, to manipulate, to rub his cock more forcefully. I resist. This could easily go too far, too quickly. He is a housemate, we don't need this sort of awkwardness.

But I carry on holding, I carry on feeling him grow, and feel myself reciprocate. I feel my own cock trembling with an influx of blood. I ask how long is left, I'm told there is still another half minute. This could get troubling, for both of us. I count down, trying to concentrate on not getting hard. I inadvertently move my fingers around Andy's hot member, feeling the swell of his shaft, the tremors of blood pumping in, I realise I have more or less stroked Andy's cock, and have pulled his foreskin back again, I can see his shiny wet tip, and feel myself harden, as he forces me to open my grip slightly. I'm finally at zero, and release. Just at the full minute, just before we are both standing there with fully erect and demonstrably mutually aroused penises.

We take a step back, there is more silence, I look, we all look, Andy's cock is pointing away from his body, away from his tight balls, not hard, but his cock is longer, thicker, quite obviously in a state of partial arousal from having my hand wrapped around it. Though this is probably more excusable, if excuses were needed, physical sensation is physical sensation, it is a reasonable reaction even for a man with, as far as I know, an unblemished record of heterosexuality, compared to mine, who was only holding, I was holding another man's soft cock, and this has given mine the same unmistakable signs of arousal as Andy's.

My prick is sticking out, further than his, still not completely outwards, nowhere near up, but everyone is able to look at my cock and see it's longer than before, thicker, straighter, with my foreskin having been pulled back by the swelling of my bulb. I look, I see the hint of my cock head.

I think of the next step, the next gamble, asking Kerry to go down on Joules for a minute. Kerry bargains me down: she'll lick it, she'll kiss it, but that's all. They agree to this, with much laughter (the guys know where this is inevitably leading now, that we are likely to watch this, that we will be unable to stop ourselves from reacting, that we could easily be standing, watching, with our pricks stiff, pointing out at various angles of hardness and arousal. This thought takes a second to occur to all of us. The next step would lead to the inevitable other, we'd have to suck the other's stiff penis, arrange ourselves in some three link chain of fellatio, or oil ourselves up, lubricate our stiff pricks, slide them into each other's tight virgin asshole, perhaps all joining in that conga-line of buggery. We individually force ourselves not to watch the girls' show with as much involvement as we'd like).

They take up a position on the sofa, Joules laying flat, Kelly clambering on top, first at her head, grinning, their bare breasts touching again, they kiss again, with some tenderness, then some apparent passion, lips opening, touching, their tongues circling and teasing, Joules takes her friend's lip between hers before Kelly works her way down, kissing her neck, her chest, taking a nipple in her mouth, I realise she is either putting on a good show or is actually enjoying this. She reaches her soft smooth belly, we see her licking, then kissing the tangle of Joules's bush, breathing in, tasting the aroma of her sex. Joules opens her legs, she pushes her legs apart, offering everyone a clear view of her thick raised dark pussy, and invites Kelly in, holds her head and pulls her closer to her open mound.

There is suddenly some hesitancy, some nervous giggling. The guys join in, feeling obliged to keep this on the light side of danger. The sight of Kelly lowering herself between Joules's naked thighs is far from funny though. I look at Brett, at Andy, they look back, we raise eyebrows, glance openly at each other's cocks, mine still full and solid, Andy's just the same, Brett's looks soft still, we're hoping for reassurance that one won't be the only to start getting blatantly aroused.

We look back, Kelly glances at us, down at us, grins, the places her mouth against her best friend's vulva. Fuck, fuck. I watch, we all watch Kelly open her mouth and start to kiss Joules's pussy. She holds her bare thighs, we see her lips against Joules's soft damp looking labia, then her tongue, fuck, I watch Kelly licking her friend's sex, pushing her tongue between the cleft of her thick hairy lips, opening her, we can see the first glistening of moisture released, and spread up to her swollen, surely aching clitoris. And Joules moans. She has her eyes closed, we see her pelvis raise, get pushed against Kelly's probing mouth, her hands gripping the arm of the sofa, and a moan, a gasp of pleasure escapes her.

And, it pains me to say, shocks her into opening her eyes, and ending the moment. And trying to laugh it off.

Kelly stops, she sits up, as does Joules, without putting her legs together though, we are still able to see the wet folds of her aroused cunt. We see her looking at the three of us, down at us. We let her. I look. All of us are showing our own signs of arousal, even standing as we were, my cock is longer again, thicker, Andy's is hanging down but is as thick and long as mine, both of us displaying a thick vein running along the centre of our shafts. And Brett's. I look, we all look, he is still the soft side of aroused, but I judge him already to be more or less as long as me when I am fully erect. His cock is sticking out, a touch, away from his tight large balls, his exposed tip smooth and moist, but god he looks huge, his cock is thicker than before, thicker than Andy or me, and longer, I make a quick judgement of length, though I am unsure why, I reckon Brett's cock is a good eighteen centimetres already, a heavy unfurled rope of thick cut penis.

"Right boys, your number is up, come on in. I want to see at least one of those cocks in at least one of your mouths, what's good for the goose, etc."

"Yep, who is going to suck whose cock? You decide."

"Fuck, I knew this, fuck, why did we dare them to do that?"

"And no chickening out, no way, you will never hear the last of it. So?"

We face each other. We look at each other. Whether any of us want to is distinct from none of us being seen to want to.

"Well, look, I have already has his cock in my hand, so, it should be one of you."

"One of us to what?"

"No, come on boys, you can work this out, it has to be all of you. Will, you can suck Brett, Andy, you can suck Will, then Brett you can suck Andy, yeah, all three of you, no escaping."

"Hang on, this is not going to happen, no way, I am not sucking a guy's cock."

"Yep, or, you choose, honest, we can call it a night."

We're given the choice, we could stop, we could call it some sort of a night. I say it though, I am the one to say it.

"Alright, fuck it, for how long?"

"Yay. A full two minutes."

"Two! Fuck, you only went down on her for one!"

"Or, you know, go to bed, call it a night."

"Hmm."

"Not two, sorry, no way, less, half a minute."

"One minute!"

"Okay."

"Really? Oh my god, really? I have got to see this, I so want to see you all with each other's penises in your mouths."

"Fuck it, okay, Brett, you sit, I'll, well, I'll, no, you stand in front of me, and I'll sit, and then you, Andy, you sit there, and I'll, then you stand and Brett will..."

"What? Will? Say what you'll be doing?"

"Brett, you stand there, and I'll suck your cock for one minute, then I'll stand here, and Andy will suck my cock, then Brett will suck Andy's cock. Okay?"

"Oh my."

We look at each other, we look down. The logistical tenor of the conversation has had a slightly deflating effect. All of us look smaller and softer than a minute or so ago. My cock has retreated to a wobbling point, Andy's has regained a more relaxed stature, even Brett's cock has shrunk to a size that most men would be satisfied with as a full erection. I wait, I've suggested it, I feel I should wait for someone else to agree to it. I feel I really shouldn't be so eager to have Brett's cock in my mouth, or his mouth on mine.

"Fuck it, okay."

And I sit. I am being looked at by everyone, the game has changed now, it is still in a different category than orgiastic play, it is not overt, we are still kidding ourselves this is to do with dares, and not sex, but the sex is there, it is present, it is thickening the air, making the jokes and laughter seem slightly more forced. Yet we continue, of course we do, the laughter is allowing us to go places we'd normally run a mile from.

I sit, I see everyone looking at me, at my once again shrivelled cock, soft and coiled and wobbling between my thighs, perched on top of my tight balls.

Brett stands in front of me. Kelly and Joules

clap, Kelly jumps as she does, her breasts jiggling, Andy, looks at me, down at the cock I am about to take in my mouth, Brett is standing, legs together, his soft large prick hanging down in front of him, in front of me, his scrotum drawn up below it, tight, full, his cock looks enormous, up close, he is standing about a foot in front of me, his pubic hair is dense and thick, it stretches up to his navel, his scrotum tight, full, his cock hangs in front of me, shorn of protective skin his soft bulb is already visible, I look at it, at all of it, at the thick length of his pale stem, at the now slightly darker, smoother round tip, fatter than his thick shaft, a mushroom like bulb at the tip of his long penis, the thick line of his corona, the

tiny slit of his urethra.

"Come on Will, jees, what are you waiting for, get his cock in your mouth."

I look up at Brett, roll my eyes, reach over and take his soft stem in my hand lift it up, I can feel its strange weight, it curls over my fingers, I hold it tighter, wrapping my fingers around his thick soft stem, and look at his already exposed tip, I can taste him already, I can taste his scent, the thick pungent sweet aroma of male sex, and I can see a tiny clear drop of fluid in the eye of his prick, he pulses in my hand, I feel his cock thicken. Fuck, fuck it. I bend forward, my mouth open, and take his penis inside my mouth.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you actually did it,

Joules, fuck, Willem has Brett's cock in his mouth."

This is not quite a first, but it is a far from familiar sensation, having another guy's cock in my mouth, I let it stay there, barely moving, I feel the soft hot length of Brett's penis on my tongue, against my lips. I close my mouth around it, I feel its weight on my soft tongue, its malleable tissue, I can sense it pulsing quickly, and find I am moving my tongue, without thinking, without deciding to, I have my hand wrapped around his stem and I am moving my moist lips over his glans, letting my mouth fill with warmth and wetness, holding his thick smooth tip in this hot moist glove, then licking the underside slightly, I run my moistened lips over his soft tip, down over his shaft.

As I savour the texture and taste of him, as I kiss the smooth wet end of his prick, I realise I do not just have his cock in my mouth, which is all the dare required, I realise I am almost giving him a proper blow job, I am almost sucking Brett's cock, as if to pleasure him. I stop, I leave my mouth closed over his smooth moist tip, I let my tongue swirl around his tender glans. And feel him swell in my mouth.

Fuck. I can feel Brett's cock stiffen. He pulses and shudders. I have to open my mouth wider, his bulb has grown in size, it feels fatter and fuller in my mouth, and I taste a sudden sweetness on my tongue, I realise Brett's big cock is leaking fluid, is oozing pre-cum onto my palate. There is a another spasm of arousal, a further stiffening. Brett is getting hard. The realisation he is getting turned on brings a swell of arousal to my own prick. Shit. I move forward, I slide my mouth further down his swelling stem, for balance I find myself holding Brett's bare ass, gripping his smooth tight ass, shit, when is this over, I don't want to stop, I know, I realise, I want to carry on, I want to feel him stiffen further, until he is completely hard in my mouth, until he comes, until I taste his sweet thick cum, but this is just a game, still, we are playing, I cannot give in to this pleasure.

"Minute. Okay. Time's up."

"Fuck, fucking hell."

I let Brett's cock out of my mouth. I look at it as it slips over my lips, as it hangs back down in front of me, moist, his cock is wet with my saliva, his smooth bulb is shiny with my moisture, and Brett's cock is bigger. Obviously so. Not hard, he's not erect, but his cock has thickened, and lengthened. It swings more stiffly, in a straighter, more pendulous way than before I had my lips and tongue around it.

"Oh my god Will, shit, you have given him a blow job, fuck, I mean, that was, sort of, good, actually, I mean, sort of hot."

"God yeah, I didn't think it would be but yeah, I think you both enjoyed it didn't you, Brett, you seem to have the beginnings of a stiffy? Hey?"

"And you Willem, look, your cock has gotten just a touch bigger, wouldn't you say?"

"Of course this is very unfair, I mean, if we get in the slightest bit turned on, you'll be able to tell, whereas you both could be as wet as you like down there and we'd never know."

"That's exactly right, you'll never know."

"Anyway, Will, your turn, you stand, Andy, get that gorgeous looking dick in your mouth."

I stand in front of Andy, my genitals level with his face, I look down at his crotch, at the tangle of hair and soft dark skin being pushed up by his legs. I look at my own cock, which I can tell, I can feel and see has been affected by having Brett's inside my mouth, my penis has become larger, noticeably so.

Andy doesn't muck about, I take this as eagerness to get things over with, I see him reach then feel his fingers, I feel him hold my penis, between a nervous finger and thumb, I look at him lift my flaccid but full looking cock up, my foreskin covering my tip, I wonder if he'll, if Andy will, and he does, my stomach tumbles as I look at him pulling on my cock to drawn back my foreskin and expose my shiny wet helmet, he holds my shaft, I see him staring at me, at the end of my dick, at the tear of fluid escaping my slit, oozing over the swollen round purple glans of my prick, I see him open his both and bob his head forward, I watch Andy take my cock in his mouth, I feel myself suddenly warm and wet, surrounded by moist moving parts. Do I fight the sensations? It does feel quite fucking good. Can I let myself get hard? Completely?

I feel his other hand cupping my balls, without thinking I shift my legs fall apart, without thinking Andy lowers his hand and massages the hidden root of my prick, and I feel myself harden I can see Andy's untended cock having expanded, it is sticking up, growing in his lap, at the feeling of my cock in his mouth. I can feel myself getting hard in Andy's mouth. I look at his lap, his dick has stiffened, no question, his cock is on its side, on his hip, but fuller, thicker and straighter, he looks unequivocally aroused by the feeling of my prick in his mouth. I am unable to look at Kelly or Joules, they are saying nothing though. I picture them staring, naked, their soft full cunts soaking wet at the sight of their male housemates naked, one sucking the other's penis, all three showing signs of becoming blatantly erect.

I hear a ragged female voice.

"Time gentlemen please."

And we do stop. Andy sits up, I turn, he slips my penis out of his mouth. It drops, not completely down, but down enough to suggest I was more than

minimally aroused, I am, we are both, the three of us showing obvious excitement, all of our cocks are displaying our erotic reaction, to being naked, sure, but to having our cocks in each other's mouths. I glance between us, we all do, Joules and Kelly are staring, without shame, with more overt sexual interest. The game is shifting again. We're all hanging down, but all three of us have longer, thicker, heavier looking pricks, my foreskin is still retracted, my tip glistens with Andy's mouth, with my own pre-cum.

"Boys, fuck, you're really getting in to this aren't you?"

"Still, not fair, you can see our reaction."

"I know, tough being a guy isn't it."

"Brett, you take a seat, Andy, assume the position."

They do. Brett sits, his long dick folding stiffly over his thigh, Andy stands in front of him. We all look at Brett, with less hesitation than me or Andy, he reaches, grips Andy's penis, eases his foreskin back over his swollen smooth red glans and exposes his glistening plum and takes him deep into his mouth. Fuck. He is not messing about. We watch him wrap his lips around the tip of Andy, I look at him moisten himself and slide his mouth back and forth over our friend's dick, holding Andy's bare ass when he does it, gripping his soft smooth cheeks and pulling his soft prick inside him, we watch him bobbing his head up and down, Andy widens his eyes, takes a loud and deep breath, I find myself getting harder, watching them, I look at Brett's crotch, his cock is pulsing upwards, he strokes Andy's naked ass and kisses his penis, I look as he licks Andy's now swollen tip, caressing it with his soft wet tongue, he licks the length of his thickening shaft, fuck, we see him holding his penis up and start to kiss his tight scrotum, taking Andy's tight pouch in his mouth, massaging his testicles with his tongue, then back up, and down, god, Brett takes almost all of Andy's penis inside him, sliding his slick lips over his tip, down his stiff looking rod, almost burying his nose in his thick pubic rug.
"Uh, fuck, if you want to stop, well, the minute's up."

Brett does stop. And looks deliberately, slowly down at his friend, then at me, then at himself.

Each of us is completely hard, we look, with no point in pretending we don't want to, we look at each other, all of us sporting and displaying erect cocks. Brett's sticks up from deep between his legs, our bare and engorged penises rear up in front of us, before us.

Andy's is a touch smaller than mine, as thick, slightly shorter, Brett's though, we look at Brett's, thicker than me or Andy, longer, his circumcised penis looks huge, I guess at somewhere over twenty centimetres, god, I think in inches, nine? Nearly? With a corresponding thickness. It looks enormous. I feel a twinge of arousal at this, something other than envy, I stare at his long thick beautiful hard prick. His shiny slippery fat purple plum bulging at the tip. Why am I looking? I am drawn towards comparing, though I don't care mine is longer than one, that Brett's erection dwarfs two, none of us are small, towards the upper end of the size spectrum, with Brett well over the top of it. We sit and stand, bare assed, our cocks upright, sticking up rigid, protruding from our tight balls.

There is a second when we know we are all deciding whether to go further, or not, what going further will involve.

I look at Joules and Kelly.

"You know, you could at least tell us you're as turned on as we obviously are."

Joules looks at me, down at my hard prick.

"Well, yeah." Her voice is thick and low. "I suppose, well, Kelly? Is your vagina as damp as mine? Because, I mean, my pussy is sort of, well, soaking, fuck, seriously boys, my cunt is so wet you wouldn't believe it, I am so fucking horny right now."

"Hmm, yeah, guys, you may as well know, I may as well tell you, I am as well, yeah, my pussy is wet, okay, my cunt is as wet as your beautiful fucking cocks are hard."

"Well then. What next?"

"No, sorry, we're not fucking."

"Joules! Shit, really? Is that the rule? God I need a fuck right now, I don't care who, jesus, I'd so like to have one of those big fucking dicks inside me."

"No, well, it's up to you, we've still got a year left on the lease."

"Sure, right, of course, things might get awkward. Twelve months of funny looks, sure, one of them is bound to fall in love with you."

"Well, this is true. I need to come though, there's no way I'm going to bed without an orgasm first."

"So?"

"I think we should all masturbate, here, in front of each other. No pretending, no holding back, we masturbate in front of each other."

I feel my already hard penis take another jump upwards. I feel faint with excitement, with the prospect of everyone watching everyone else stroking their hard and wet genitals.

"Fuck it, yeah, fuck I need to come, I don't care how, seriously, I am so turned on I'd do anything, to anyone."

"Alright, easy tiger."

"I need, I'll be back in a sec."

I look at the girls. Joules has taken charge.

"You boys on the sofa I think, we'll sit on these."

We watched her drag a couple of bean bags onto the floor, opposite the sofa. She sat down on one, without waiting for anyone else to move, she sat, and pushed her legs apart, and dropped her hand to her sex. We all saw her touch her open naked pussy, and immediately let out a quiet moan.

"Oh fuck. Come on guys, I really want to see you stroke those hard cocks."

Andy sits, opposite Joules, his legs apart, his rigid penis sticking up in front of him, between them both, he grips his hot stem and pulls his foreskin back. I look at Joules, staring, her fingers delving, pushing between the dark thick lips of her moist looking cunt. Fuck. I sit next to Andy and take hold of my stiff cock, glancing at him, at her, looking slowly at Kelly, her eyes are wide, her mouth slightly open. She catches my eye, and looks down, letting her gaze linger, I grip my thick hot stem and pull my soft skin back, the sensation is almost unbearable, or the need to masturbate hard and fast is almost too great to resist.

I look as Kelly steps and sits opposite me and opens her legs, deliberately, slowly, opening herself to me, exposing the glistening folds and faults of her swollen cunt.

She looks at me, at Andy, both of us gently, so gently rubbing our tumescent members, our own legs apart, wanting them to see all of us, our tight round pouches, the full oval bulges of our fat testicles. I want her to see lower, I want her to bend me over, push my cheeks apart, I want her to see my smooth soft asshole, I want to feel her touch me there, fuck, I almost come with the sudden thought of Kelly kissing my tender anus as I stroke my hard prick. Kelly moves a hand along herself, brushing over the smooth swell of her breasts, pinching a stiff nipple, dropping through the dark forest of her pubic hair, and touching herself, threading a slim finger through the thick lips of her cunt. We hear her gasp as she touches the aroused and eager flesh of her sex. We glance at Brett, still standing, still hugely erect, his cock looks bigger than his body, outsize, thick and long and smoothly shiny tipped.

"Give us a sec."

We all watch him skip out of the room, his stiff prong jumping and circling in front of him as he walks, he smooth tight bare ass wobbling with each step.

"Have we lost him?"

"Fuck I hope not, I really want to see him stroking that big dick of his, fuck he has a big cock doesn't he? Shit, I mean, look at you, you all do, god you've got gorgeous looking cocks, come on, let me see you, go on, let's see you stroke those beautiful big cocks, Will, Andy, oh, oh..."

I watch Joules dip a finger through her vivid bush, through her thick damp lips, inside herself, we see her penetrating herself, opening and entering vagina. My belly take yet another tumble, my balls simmer with arousal, I can almost see the pool of moisture Joules has released and is spreading over herself, using to lubricate the tender sensitive full surface of her vulva, I watch her touch her surely aching clitoris. And moan. I hear her gasp with pleasure.

Brett steps back into the room. His cock has lost some of its rigidity, it's dropped below the horizontal but still looks long and thick as it sways in front of him, still stiff enough to be sticking up, a clear space between the long rail of his naked cock and the clenched pouch of his large balls. He has a small bottle of clear liquid in his hand.

"Anybody want some?"

He sits, his legs together, his long penis curled over his thigh, I watch him squirt some of the oil into his hand, and rub his hand over the length of his cock. It stiffens immediately, we are all hypnotised by this process of arousal, we watch Brett stroke his bare shaft, smearing the lubricant into himself, covering his permanently exposed tip, I slow my own movement, grip my own stem hard, as I watch Brett stroking the now stiff and thick column of prick sticking up from his lap. His penis glistens, his large rigid shaft and spongy soft oval glans shine with the slippery fluid he is using to let his fingers slide up and down himself.

"Go on, yeah, I will."

I take a small pool of thick lotion into the palm of my hand, rub it first into my other hand then down onto my vertical member. I hear myself take in a sharp breath as the almost too arousing sensation sends messages of exquisite pleasure in and out of my brain.

I pull back my foreskin with one hand, rub the oil onto the exposed and tender tip of my prick. I keep hold of the root of my cock, keep the swollen and wet and shiny smooth helmet available to my oily fingers. I take it slow, bringing myself up, feeling my cock stiffen even more, feeling it further engorged, I rub up and down the shaft, oiling all of myself, I feel it longer, thicker, harder, now rigid, now pointing up past my belly, now fully and gorgeously hard, I grip it with one hand, rub my tip with the other, rub and stroke.

I stare at Joules and Kelly, staring at me, at Brett, and Andy, taking a small measure of oil, rubbing it into his thick stiff dark cock, coating his hard shaft, running his slick fingers around the lighter softer more sensitive flesh of his swollen bulb.

The girls are still utterly and ravishingly

naked, both of them, their young breasts firm and pert, their nipples long and stiff, their pubic areas thick and rugged on their soft smooth mons. They sit opposite, their legs wide apart, their eyes half closed, their fingers spread and eagerly investigating the wet skin of their exposed cunts.

"Go on then, let's see you play with yourself, let's see you play with those big stiff cocks."

I watch myself, I watch all of us, glancing, staring at Brett an Andy, our legs touching, I watch them both watching me hands moving over our erect penises, nipples pointing, the room is thick with sexual moisture. Brett is stroking the thick tip of his cock, running his slick fingers around it, over it, Andy is sliding his coiled oiled hand up and down his thick stiff stem, rubbing his swollen tip with his other hand, I fight the nearly overwhelming urge to fuck my hand quick and hard, to let myself become consumed with arousal, to let an orgasm blow over me, I fight another urge to wrap my hands around the two stiff cocks either side of me, or two bury my face in one of the two thick wet cunts in front, to feel someone's mouth on my cock, to taste Joules, to open my mouth onto her soft moist sex, to lap at her trembling oozing pussy until she came.

I push my legs apart, find myself touching Brett's a little harder, I look at Kelly staring, between our legs, at the solid roots of our organs, the bulging and retracted skin of our scrotums. And they touch, my cock quivers and buzzes as Kelly lets her leg rest against Joules's, then as they rub their bare soft skin together, I'm sure this is only partly for show, I am sure their arousal is letting them do anything, want any sort of contact, at this stage they want to be touched, they don't care by who, I don't care, I let my own legs rub up against Brett's, against Andy's, and I feel Brett's hand suddenly on my thigh, squeezing, stroking, Kelly mirrors this motion and drops her free hand from her soft high bare breast onto her friend's naked leg, first lower, then up, then inner thigh, I watch Kelly stroking Joules's bare skin, as they thread their fingers through the damp lips of their pussies, as they circle and worry the tender swollen tissue of their clitorises. And I hear my own voice. From somewhere.

"Fuck, fuck this so fucking good, god you look so fucking hot."

"Are you close? God I am so fucking close, I want to see you come first, I want to see all of you coming and coming, fuck, fuck, oh Kell, oh..."

Kelly has lowered her hand, is spidering up and along Joules's inner thigh, close to the heat of her sex. I can feel my climax starting to build inexorably within me, I look at Andy, I place my hand over his strong tight thigh and grip him gently, I hear him react, I hear his breathing quicken.

"Oh fuck, fuck, oh god. Fuck Will."

"Oh god, you have to touch each other, please, go on, I want you to make each other come."

Did we need this permission? This pretence that we only want to do this as part of a dare, part of the game? I am rubbing the exposed tip of my penis, circling the most sensitive areas, stroking and teasing the tender rim of my corona, watching the Brett do the same, tickling the exquisite soft flesh of his large thick glans, and he moves his hand, I feel his hand rising up my leg, and in one daring movement he has covered my tight scrotum with his fingers, and is massaging my swollen testicles, a single finger dips lower, pushes between the hot damp cheeks of my ass, I look at Joules and Kelly touching themselves, fingering their wet cunts, beginning to gasp and moan, I let go of my stiff bare prick, and move my hand up to Andy's tight pouch, and cover him there, and feel his fat cool balls, and the solid root of his hard cock, and then I feel Brett's finger pushing and touching my smooth tight asshole, I raise my hand and wrap it around Andy's rigid stem, I touch him, another guy's erect penis, I curl my fingers around him, feeling the heat of his swollen member, each of his solid tiny ridges, his thick shaft is slippery moist, I slide my hand up and down, and around his equally wet tip.

And give in, I give in to the moment, the game is over now, this is sex.

I reach with my other hand and hold Brett's huge prick, he lets me, he feels enormous, my fingers barely reach around his rigid stem, I move both hands, fuck, I start to stroke both of their hot hard cocks, up, down, as slowly as I dare, to their swollen seeping tips, circling their most tender parts, ringing my thumbs and fingers and sliding their fat moist trembling bulbs through my tight coil, and Brett reaches for me, I feel his hand reach up to my aching erection, as Andy does, and suddenly I have three hands on me, Brett still stroking my bare asshole, Andy running his over my stiff stem as Brett runs what feels like an expert finger around my own tender bulb.

"Oh fuck that looks so fucking good, oh fuck Joules, oh god, can you, fuck, touch me, touch my cunt, please, I know you don't, please, can you...?"

I see Joules turn, and reach, Kelly mirroring her movement, and both sliding their hands between the other's spread legs. Joules reaches and slides a finger between her friend's thick wet labia and pushes it inside her vagina, Kelly gasps and moans, and rubs Joules, rubs quick knowing fingers over her wet sex, through her swollen lips, into her, releasing more moisture, spreading it upwards, to her surely throbbing clitoris.

"Oh god Joules, oh fuck, oh fuck I am there, harder, oh, touch my cunt, oh, touch my wet cunt."

I am barely being touched, my foreskin is still pulled back, Brett is gently rubbing the tender rim of my glans, stroking my frenulum, knowing, knowing this is almost unbearably pleasurable, and then, oh fuck, I push my legs apart, the girls see, I look, I see Kelly and Joules look, looking between my legs as Brett finally enters me, slips his finger into my asshole.

I come first, my orgasm crashes over me. We are all looking at the exposed tip of my stiff penis as I start to come, as the first spurt of thick white fluid jets out of the narrow slit of my prick, Brett fingers my clenched anus a little harder fucking my tight tender asshole with his finger as another, thicker belt of cum erupts from the pulsing tip of my cock, sensation consumes me, I sense something going on to my side, within my hand, a thickening, a stiffening, and I feel Andy's balls tighten and contract, I hear him gasp, he starts to come, more than me, thicker, longer, huge gouts of semen leap from his dancing prick and splash up over my arm, his chest, his face, and Brett joins us in our moment of extreme pleasure, I slide my hand faster over his huge thick cock and we watch as we come almost together, three of us naked and hard, our bare cocks thick and long and rigid and jumping in our laps as we gasp and convulse and send our thick spurts of creamy white spunk up, we hear Kelly and Joules getting louder as Brett ejaculates, as he lets four long ribbons of cum lash from his huge stiff cock and drape themselves over his smooth bare chest.

The receding waves of sensation build and swirl around us as we watch the girls dive into the deep end of their orgasms, their hands thrash over their thick moist lips, Kelly grips and strokes Joules's thigh with one hand, the other furiously covering her clitoris, Joules has both hands between Kelly's legs, one hand rubbing her stiff little clitoris, the other dipping in and out of her tight vagina. Their faces are flush, a faint layer of mauve has patterned their chests and necks, Joules pushes her legs further apart and drops it over Kelly, they pull themselves closer, touching, hip to naked hip, bare thigh against bare thigh.

"Oh, oh god, oh fuck... FUCK..."

They both stiffen, they are only seconds behind us, their legs and arms and hands stop as their climax breaks, the sight sends a fresh blast of pleasure though me, a rush of arousal breathes in and out as I watch everyone come, as everyone quivers and writhes and pulses with explosive erotic energy. I look, we all take in the scene we've created, our nakedness, the rising of their breasts, covered with a light sheen of sweat, their legs wide apart, the glistening skin of their soft wet cunts, our still bare, still exposed cocks dropping forward now, pointing at them, oozing the final drops of our warm cum.

I sit back, my legs still spread, my penis beginning to fall, slipping along the damp skin of my thigh, my hand still covering Andy's tight scrotum, I feel the edge of his softening cock brush against my fingers, Brett is still touching me, my balls, my ass.

I summon up some words, utterly inadequate to any sort of task.

"So, uh, should we make this a weekly thing?"