Tom wants to share with you his trump card

You and the others stare at each other silently, each one in his seat, trying to overcome the looming embarassment.
All of you are probably about to fuck Sarah.
Moreso you are probably gonna do it all together at the same time. Technically a gangbang. Not something you do every day...

"Ok, let's keep it simple. First rule, whatever you do, don't cross the streams. Remember never cross the streams..." Says Matt breaking the akward silence.

Tom scowls at him then shakes his head, while you ponder over the situation slumped into a leather armchair.

It doesn't make sense...
This game ... was it all to bluild the opportunity for Sarah to get fucked by the three of us? I can't belive it...
She could have just asked, couldn't she? I mean... I guess so...
No, probably I would have never agreed to share her with that douche... And Matt too...

You, your best friend and the asshole fucking the same girl together?

No way! I'm out of this!

You think this, but your body doesn't move.
Despite the akwardness of the situation, you feel incredibly horny.
And all considered, its not your precious Miranda who's gonna come out from that door any minute now.
If Matt is ok with it, why shouldn't you be?
Actually you're surprised by how easily he seems to have metabolized the whole thing. He's already making jokes about it...
But what would you do in his place after all? Give up the opportunity to fuck your long time crush or share it? With Tom moreso...

Shit... I can't really imagine something like that.

Again, you can't help but feel like you should really just leave and avoid the unpredictable consquences of what's about to happen.
That would be the right, sensible thing to do.
But Sarah's blowjob, as awesome as it was, has left you sort of unsatisfied.
It seems to have turned some kind of switch on, instead of soothing you.
You feel uneasy, tense.
It's like her lust has like ... infected you and that orgasm has only unlocked a whole new level of your sex drive.
An unxplored part of it, dark and obsessive.
You want to fuck Sarah bad...
Hard...
You want to fuck the brains out of your best friend's crush, and yeah, you know it's wrong, but you have to admit you've been dying to do it actually for a long time now.
Because she's a slut.
And you like her to be one.

Fuck!

You can't go home like this, you're getting hard again...
The thought of being ready to do anything to satisfy yourself, even something so **** as a gangbang, exilarates you.
You're dragged of the train of your thoughts by Tom.

"Hey, look here you two."

You frown at him, annoyed.

Why is the idiot whispering? There is just the three of us here...

He pulls out a little metal box from the pocket of his pants, gesturing you and Matt to get closer.

"This is my secret. Since the circumstances are kind of exceptional, I feel like sharing for this time." He smirks with a shady expression, opening the little box.

Inside there are two little purple candies with a little broken heart on it.

Nope, not candies...

"Breath mints? I don't plan to kiss you... Oh, I get it they are for Sarah's cock-breath of course!" Smirks Matt making a jerking movement with his hand next to his mouth.

You feel ashamed for him.
Also again you're surprised by the fact that he is able to joke about the fact that the girl he likes has just sucked all of your cocks.

"So you want us to take ****, Tom?" You ask reproachfully.

For some reasone you feel your irritation for him building up unreasonably fast this time around.

"Look, I'm just saying that Sarah seems to want an all night stand, and I'm sure you've heard the story about the championship finals, didn't you?"

Seeing neither you or Matt giving sings of acknowledgment, he continues
"She fucked the whole team so that we could... nevermind." he stops with a sigh, then draws his breath and goes at it again "We're not a team. Not yet at least. But we could become one..." at this point, he places the little box on the table before you.

You stare at him, so does Matt.

"You're... afraid?"

"Come on guys, do you really think we can satisfy her without these?"

The question lingers for a while between the three of you.
Witnessing even the ever overconfindent Tom crumble like that makes you wonder.

"Ok, FUCK YOU! You know what? I shouldn't have told you... I'll take all of them myself and you could go fuck yourelves with your tiny dicks..." Growls the douche.

"What are them, exactly?" You ask skeptical before he could continue his rant.

"Secret recipe." He giggles in a sudden change of attitude.

"They call them 'Heartbreakers', I really don't know why. Maybe beacause they are prone to give heartattacks, but you see... I'm a romantic guy deep down, so I just like to think that they call them like that because when you pop one, you just can't stop fucking, you want to nail anything in the room.."

"You forget about your girlfriend, wife, husband or whatever ... and this usually leads to a broken heart the morning after ... I'v seen it happen once in a club." He adds with a dreamy grin.

You stare at him unimpressed by his explanation.

"You still din't told us what they're made of..."

"That could become a nice commercial, though." Smirks Matt.

"Hey, I don't cook them myself, I just buy them form a guy downtown. I use them, every now and then. This dude who sells them told me that there is a bit of Viagra... Chalis, LSD... and also some kind of powerful chinese aphrodisiac. Traditional, kung-fu-like shit."

Nither you or Matt reply.

"Hey, I know It's proably all just bullshit, but I can testify that they do work pretty good. Also they won't kill you, if you are shitting your pants for that..." He adds shrugging.

Are those little things responsible for Tom's reputation?

"How do they work, exactly?" You ask hesitantly, starting to seriously consider the idea.

"I don't know... exaclty..." He says the word with the same tone you did, mockingly "I usually grind half or one of these babies into my dame for the night's drink when I've got the feeling my she's is planning to send me home with blue balls. All I can say is that they act fast, really fast. I've even lost a couple of good fucks because of bad timing..."

"There was this girl who actually snuck behind the counter of the bar to give a blowjob to the barman while I was taking a leak ... Shit, when I got back the dude was trying to keep his cool and continue serving drinks, the club was full. She drained his balls like nothing, I had to drag her to the car at that point, she was already eyeing the trousers of bouncer who had come to check the situation. Man, that was weird!" He concludes shrugging.

So this is how he gets every girl?

You feel disgusted by Tom's story, but also wrongly aroused.
The hard-on between your legs makes you wonder if you really need his pills though.
At the moment you feel like you could fuck all night with no sweat, but what if Tom is right?
Are you three enough to satisfy Sarah?
Your team is already down of three in orgasm score against her.
Matt gives you a nervous nudge to get your attention.

"Hey dude, what about it? Are you on?"

Are you? You wonder by yourself.
Matt is clearly worried about making a good impression with Sarah, still he seems to be waiting for your green light.
You don't have that kind of problem, still...
There's also another fact to consider. Based on your past experiences, **** don't seem to always go well with you.

"Leave him be, he's a chicken. With these, the two of us will be more than enough to plug all of Sarah's holes."

You stare the little metal box with its lid open, it's deceptively harmless, purple content beckoning you.