Let Him Win

The longer you spy on him, the more and more foolish your thoughts become. Why would you do anything other than let him win? Why would you even think about it? You want him to win anyway! At this point, you don't even think about this whole ritual as a game you two are playing. No, you're just looking for an excuse to get down on your knees and worship the stud.

You readjust yourself and ring the stud's doorbell.

"Oh hey, bro, you're early," Bob's a little flushed, but otherwise normal.

"Yeah, just excited to play again."

"Ha! I know you're down 3-2 now, but don't expect me to go any easier on you for it."

From your perspective, it doesn't feel like you're down at all. "No way, dude. I want you to be as rough as always."

He raises an eyebrow as you blush at your slip-up, but he doesn't call you out on it.

This time you're both hard from the get go as you begin the race. Once again an Asian is on screen, and this time the girl is trying her best to fit a big white cock in her mouth. You marvel at the sheer length and girth of the actor, mesmerized as you watch him tease the girl with what he has. It's just so veiny, so bulgy - kind of like Bob's. You angle your head slightly so you can compare the two dicks, pleased at how similar they are. But despite how delicious the guy on screen looks, there is something about Bob's tool that just gets you harder. It almost enough to make you come.

Damn it, you think, I need to control myself if I want Bob to win. So you slow your pace drastically and **** your eyes back on the TV. You hope your buddy doesn't notice, but after a few seconds he finishes anyway, cleaning himself up with a towel. Thankfully, this gives you permission to cum as well, and so you relax your pelvic muscles, allowing your balls to do their thing.

"Yes! WinAgain.exe, .gov, and .org, bitch! I'll expect you here just as early tomorrow, boy! Not that I have to ask, do I? You'll show up first chance you get just so you can suck my dick again, aren't I right?" Damn, all of this teasing is getting me hard again!

"No way, man, I want to win!" You try to sound like you mean it, but you probably try too hard, because you notice Bob giving you another strange look.

You spend the rest of the day hanging out, but you just can't get tomorrow out of your head, even as you fall asleep.