Let Him Win

Your eyes are fixed on the TV. The bbc is mesmerizing, and the blonde looks so happy. Losing can't be that bad, right? Besides, you kind of feel bad for Bob. He's been acting kind of strangely since the past couple rounds, and you had noticed a strain in your relationship. It's only natural to feel that way after blowing your best friend. Maybe if he wins today things'll go back to normal. You can do that for him, can't you? Besides, it's not like you have a choice, anyway. After last time you had both pretty much admitted you would be cheating, so short of quitting the game, there's no way for you to worm your way out of the situation. You tear your eyes off the bbc and look at Bob. That's a nice cock he has, isn't it? So big, so hard - just like yours right now. Shit.

Before you get caught, you step up to the porch and ring the doorbell.

"Oh hey, bro, you're early," Bob's a little flushed, but otherwise normal. You try your best to keep your eyes on his.

"Well, I figured the sooner we get this over with, the easier your hopes will die."

"We'll see," he smirks. "So ready to start? I've already got it all setup."

You entertain the thought of asking for a beer first, just to give his libido a little time to calm down, but decide there's no point. You will lose anyway, and that way he would only be more suspicious that you had caught him cheating. And that would be terrible. You wouldn't want him to think you're losing on purpose!

"Let's go."

You sit down and start rubbing yourself, trying to get hard. Bob, meanwhile, already has a semi. A minute later, you finally pull your boxers down to start stroking your boner, while Bob is already really into it.

"Oh fuck, this scene is so hot," He's trying to convince you the scene itself is going to make him cum so quickly. But you can't deny that the scene is hot. Now there are two black cocks slapping the blonde in the face, and she can't seem to choose which one to suck on first, always switching from one to the other.

You hear Bob start to grunt, and you notice his eyes are on your cock. He's looking at me instead of the porn? Your previous victories really did have an effect on him.

"Arrgh! I'm cumming!" He groans as his cum flies towards the television.

You on the other hand, are still going. Due to what happened last night, it takes you about 15 embarrassing minutes to come, giving Bob plenty of time to tease.

"What, can't finish now that you know what's gonna happen tomorrow? Huh? Thinking about my fat cock between your lips? I know I am. I'll finally get my ****. Lol, or maybe you're savoring it huh? That why you're not cumming? You want to get as much pleasure out of these thoughts as possible?"

Your cheeks burn as you finish. You're about to get mad at him, but realize you've been saying the same things to him the past few days.

It's alright, you think to yourself, I'm just letting him win this once. It's for our friendship. Next time I'll be prepared.

You spend the rest of the day hanging out, and, like you expected, things are going much better between you two.