Be a sport.

You shrink into your seat, wondering what the girls have in mind as a forfeit for your almost total failure to match up their knickers to their owners. But as Melissa said, it goes on your "Attitude" mark at work. Chin up and all that. You swallow and steady yourself.

"Now, John, have you ever sucked a cock?" Melissa asks as you sit blindfolded.

The room is silent for a long moment.

"N...no..." you finally manage to say.

"Well then... looks like this is going to be your first time."

You are about to protest, when you hear the sounds of two zippers being undone: one is your own, and the other is near your mouth. Melissa's hand wraps around your semi-erect cock from behind and runs up and down your shaft. Your traitorous cock replies by stiffening in her hand. As she keeps stroking, you feel warm ripples of pleasure course through your body, and you sigh happily.

But the sigh opens your mouth and relaxes your jaw. A pair of hands turn your head slightly, and a long, very hard cock enters your mouth. "Umlnf!" you **** out, startled despite Melissa's warning. You cough and gag as it prods your tonsils.

"Ease back!" Melissa says, "Not so deep. Poor John, we don't want to make you TOO uncomfortable." You feel Melissa's breath on your cheek. She must be kneeling behind your chair. Her skilled hand keeps stroking the erection sticking out of your open trousers.

The pressure on your throat eases, and the long, hard shaft slides out between your lips. When it stops, your mouth is still occupied by a big, slick, firm cockhead.

Melanie says, "What a beauty of a prick! And such a hard stiffie, ah ha ha!"

Marcia replies, "Melanie dear, I didn't think that one was new to you."

"No, John's prick!" Melanie says. "He's rock hard stiff with a cock in his mouth!"

"Melanie is right," Anita says. "John's penis is beautiful. It reminds me of models I've seen in classical art history. Roman, I think."

"Humm," Marcia says. "It is rather nice looking."

"It's got a nice feel, warm and firm," Melissa says. "Would one of you girls like to take a turn?"

It's embarrassing and a little scary being blindfolded with a cock in your mouth, but it's exciting too, like a hazing or initiation, being taken to the limit. You're pleased that all the women are admiring your hard cock, but chagrined they might think you're hard because of that cock in your mouth. The cock's owner starts to move his hips, sliding in and out just a little. Gamely, you bear up, keeping your lips in a circle as the shaft slides over them, in and out. You can't quite bring yourself to do anything more.

"Yes, let me," Melanie says in answer to Melissa. You hear her get down on the carpet at your feet, and feel her dress brush your trousers. Melissa's warm, long-fingered hand releases you. Melanie's is warmer still, her petite fingers damp. She grips you more tightly, almost a squeeze, and rubs up and down, up and down. "Beauty," she says from just below you. "Beautiful cocks, both of you." Melanie's strokes are straightforward and energetic, but they keep you pumped up hard. She laughs when she feels your cock give an inadvertent jump.

Melanie's alcoholic breath tickles your nose, and you have to cough and swallow. The man feeding his cock to you twitches and sighs. Recognizing the voice, you open your mouth and withdraw, taking a couple of deep breaths.

Melanie stops stroking. "Wha?" she asks.

"You were doing so well, John," Melissa says. "Is there something wrong?"

"Martin," you say. "It's Martin."

"Um-hm," you hear him affirm from beside you.

Melanie giggles from down in front of you.

"Here, let me try," says Anita. Melanie lets go your cock and withdraws, and Anita swishes down in front of you. Her hand is warm and petite, like Melanie's, but dry, and the scent around her is sweet but not perfume-heavy. It reminds you of a sari-dhoti-puja shop you once visited. Probably some natural scent from India. Her hand is deft, with a light but steady touch. She presses with the pads of her fingers near the base of your cock, and everything suddenly feels warm. Acupressure points?

"So, John, shall we call it even and let you go, or are you as competitive as you told me last week?" Melissa asks. She strokes her hand along your cheek and plucks at the ribbon holding the blindfold.

"Competitive?" you say, trying hard to keep the nervous squeak out of your voice. You told Melissa in your job interview that you were competitive. But right now?

"Why yes," Melissa says. "If you can identify two more cocks with your mouth alone, you'll have won Blow The Boys, and you can choose one of us to play next. It seems like a fabulous game to me."

"You fellows... Are you other fellows up for it?" you ask.

"Certainly," you hear Gordon's voice from across the room.

"That look on Marcia's face tells me I can't sit it out, I'm afraid," says Dan.

"Um," says Mark.

"Come on, Mark," Anita says from your feet. "Be a sport!" She continues to use her deft fingers to keep your erection hot and hard.

"Alright," Mark says. What a young man will do for his date, you think.

"Well?" Melissa asks you.

You swallow again. The blindfold itches from the sweat on your brow.

You certainly feel that at this point you've paid your initiation dues. It would be nice to step back and relax. Maybe you'll even enjoy yourself this evening. But you're tempted by Melissa's offer. It feels almost like a challenge. A dare. You take dares. And the other fellows have all stepped up.