Decline Game

“I’m good. I’ll watch you play,” spoke Lou, avoiding Alex’s gaze.

Debbie nodded, allowing Tristian to walk her to the pool.

“I think I’ll sit out on this one too. Good luck,” said Alex.

He and Lou stood aside the several dozen people surrounding the large pool, regarding the prospective players who treaded the water and discussed team assignments. Some women and men glanced at the two, admiring their bodies and swinging cocks. Alex laughed, swaying his hips, and by lengthy extension, his member to their enjoyment, though Lou ignored their attention. His focus on the many guests rallied around Tristian and Debbie to play volleyball. Once the teams were established, the game began on the double.

“Start!”

The teams, four groups of six stationed in each quadrant in the square pool, defined by the four-squared cross net, positioned themselves as a ball plummeted from the sky into Tristian’s palm. He arranged himself before a female competitor before tossing the ball up and striking. It volleyed towards the woman whose failed attempts at passing the ball over the net to the players adjacent her flavoured the game’s outcome. The animated audience touted Tristian’s prowess, his plays outright hindering the teams around him. Lou grunted, infuriated by Debbie’s giddy support as he knew he was a much better player than his rival. Way more deserving of her praise.

“Bro? You’re okay?”

Lou ignored Alex, unable to take his eyes off his rival’s constant wavering around his woman. Not bothering to hide his deliberate positioning against her rear.

“We won!!!” cried a man from Tristian’s team, generating ubiquitous applause all around, except for Lou who disappeared.

Alex caught as his best friend hurried from the deck, turning back to focus on Tristian and Debbie. He became red-faced, discomfited watching Tristian’s lips press against the willing Debbie Morgan. Her right arm lapped around his neck as her left swayed languidly towards his manhood, which chubbed near a full erection with her flicking wrist. The players surrounded Tristian, giving him hugs and handshakes though some men got a glimpse of his current state of excitement, laughing it off.

Lou collected his belongings before stepping onto the round glass elevator. He bit the inside of his lips, flushing with not only frustration, but humiliation. Unbeknownst to anyone but himself, his tiny member tightened within his prosthetic. An involuntary erection arising by the sight of Debbie playing with Tristian’s cock. To think he was so close. So, so close that he still savoured her kiss from earlier. The slight, but intoxicating titillation it issued throughout him. Or even the warm caress of her hands against his cheeks as her towel phased down her ravishing body, as beautiful as it was ****.

Fuck...

Ecstasy diffused out of his core and throughout his frame, involuntarily contracting the stubby length of his shaft. The sensation flowed to the base of his member before priming en route for gratification at a rate of knots, granting him not even a modest juncture before release. His thighs and legs spasmed, brushing against his swollen and tightened sac, almost discommoding his balance while he sustained the sudden forceful discharge of carnality. Lou blew his premature wad into his false manhood, doing his best to overpower his bodily jerks while standing. He gasped; his breath hitched at his chest before he covered his groin after settling several seconds later.

“What’s that smell?” questioned a young woman accompanying the elevator with him, only making him turn the brightest of reds.

It will be a long way back to his room.