Cumming!

Finally, Darryl's efforts pay off. You moan on his cock as you begin to spasm on top of him. Darryl, credit where it's due, at least has enough sense to keep going, not pausing his now frantic attentions for a second. Through the haze of your pleasure, you almost miss it. It was definitely there, though. You felt a twitch in his shaft, and his sack contracted in your palm. Remembering the Game with a start, you quickly pull his cock out of your mouth and point it away from you. You were just in time. Milliseconds after clearing your lips, spurt after spurt of cum begins shooting out from it. You rest your forehead against Darryl's hip, panting in the afterglow of your own orgasm. Maybe with a little practice, you muse, he could actually get pretty good at this. Something to consider later.

Both of you are content to just lay there for a few minutes, but your plan is never far from your mind, and you get up. You carefully wipe yourself dry, making sure to get every drop of cum off of your body. Can't take any risks with that stuff, after all. Darryl needs a little bit of prodding, but eventually you get him out of bed and set him to finding the transceiver. You get dressed as he searches for the thing. Before long, he has found it. He hands it over and instructs you on its use. It's simple enough, fortunately. It will let you listen in on everything going on around Sam, while also letting you talk to him. Just what you needed. You thank Darryl and start for the door, but he calls out to you. When you turn back to him, you see him standing there with his arms crossed, still naked. "Just make sure you hold up your end. You need to come back tomorrow, with or without that transceiver." You assure Darryl that you haven't forgotten, and quickly head out.

Safely back home, the time has come to bring Sam up to speed on the scheme you've so masterfully concocted and initiated. You grab your phone.