........Six hours later, Sean, Rob, Will, and Deano were still knocking back the pints with Nils, Sean, and the two Bens. As the night had progressed professionals and students had disappeared, some having pulled a girl, some to meet girlfriends, some returning home to family, and some just too pissed to carry on. But the eight remaining men continued drinking and bantering, coming up with increasingly challenging drinking games and swapping increasingly filthy stories.
‘Four birds sucking on my dick, man – amazing!’
‘Bullshit, Foden!’ laughed the other Ben as his namesake leaned back smugly and downed his pint.
‘Seriously Cohen, they couldn’t get enough of it!’
‘Fuck I’d kill to bang four girls,’ sighed Sean, half impressed and half jealous.
‘This one,’ added Rob, putting his arm around Sean’s shoulder, ‘only bagged his first threesome a few weeks ago!’
‘No way,’ laughed the professional, also called Sean, in his thick Scottish accent.
‘I’d been trying all year!’ Sean laughed in reply, no longer embarrassed by how long it had taken him to bag multiple girls. ‘Anyway,’ he added with a cheeky grin, ‘it’s how pleased you leave em, not how many you’ve had that counts.’
‘Yeah,’ laughed Nils, ‘all the girls I’ve seen leaving your hotel rooms always look a bit disappointed, Foden!’
Everyone laughed except Ben. He was very good looking and knew it and clearly had quite a good opinion of himself.
‘I think you’ll find lads,’ he countered, ‘that I’ve never left a girl disappointed… even when there are four to please.’
The lads laughed as the story returned to his earlier impressive claim.
‘I think we’d all say that,’ grinned Deano, ‘but how many have said you’re the best she’s ever had?’
Ben took too long to reply and the others laughed, guessing he’d never heard those magic words from a woman.
‘For me, it’s every time!’ boasted Deano.
‘Unless she’s not a virgin,’ Cohen quickly quipped to much laughter.
‘Yeah,’ joked Nils, ‘I don’t think you’d be saying that if you were faced with some real competition.’
There was a pause. The lads all took a drink, expectantly.
‘That sounded like a challenge,’ ventured Deanos.
‘Oh for fuck sake,’ complained Will, ‘here we go.’
‘What’s up mate?’ asked Nils with a grin, ‘Worried you’re gonna get showed up like you were on the pitch?’
The lads all laughed again, then took a another drink.
‘Team captain challenge?’ asked Nils, turning calmly to look at Deano, expecting him to back down.
‘Sure,’ Deano replied, pretending he was confident. There was pause. ‘What’s a team captain challenge?’ he finally asked.
All eight men broke out into boisterous laughter. Nils slowly picked up his pint and explained.
‘Usual shag challenge, y’know. We all pair off, see who’s best, loser gets a forfeit… but if my team wins -which it obviously will – you as team captain, Deano, get an extra forfeit. Let’s say…’ he looked around at Sean and the two Bens who were laughing at the situation, ‘… a four-man facial?’
Sean, Rob, and Will were laughing as they waited for Deano’s reply. He gulped, looked Sean and the two Bens up and down, followed by Sean, Rob, and Will.
‘I guess it depends,’ added Nils, ‘how much confidence you’ve got in the shagging abilities of your teammates!’
Sean, Rob, and Will looked expectantly at Deano, waiting for him to uphold their honour.
‘Fuck yeah!’ he finally announced to roars of approval from the other level men. He turned to his three mates, ‘Don’t fucking let me down on this boys!’
With another round of drinks bought it was decided that the two Seans would go up against each other, Rob would take on Ben C, and Will would do battle with Ben F. As team captains, Deano and Nils were obviously to compete. Soon, they were on their feet, drinks in hands, chatting up different girls, agreeing to meet back at the rugby pavilion by midnight…
At four different locations across the city, the contest began...
Rob and Ben, sizing each other up, led a big-titted blonde into Ben’s hotel room. She was a little drunk and absolutely gagging for it, her eyes almost popping as the two lads removed their shirts. Both men were broadly built, although Rob was please to see that his body was clearly more sculpted than the professional. As the two men began to strip the girl naked, she kissed and stroked them, encouraging them out of their jeans and boxer shorts.
‘Bloody hell, mate!’
Ben was staring at Rob’s thick cock. Ben was always comfy getting naked, especially with an 8 inch cock to flash around. He guessed from the uni team’s naked run that Rob would be a big lad so he wasn’t surprised to find him the same length but the thickness of his cock was something to behold. Rob grinned back at him as the girl stretched her fingers round his cock, giggling, then dropped to her knees and stretched her lips around it instead.
‘I think Nils might regret that bet with Deano,’ bantered Rob.
‘Nah, I don’t think so,’ countered Ben and suddenly he picked the girl up, flung her onto her back, and began to fuck her like an absolute stallion. For a moment, Rob just stood there in surprise as the Ben hammered away with his powerful muscly thighs, making he girl scream with delight. Ben winked at him, knowing he’d got the upper hand back. Realising he had to get back in the game, Rob climbed on the bed and guided his cock back into the girl’s mouth, slowly fucking her face while his opponent battered her cunt. As soon as Ben paused for breath, Rob swivelled the girl around, rolled her over onto all fours and mounted her on all fours. With her pussy stretched wider than it had been before, the girls screeched with joy and Rob was back in the game…
Back at Deano’s flat, he and Nils were having a similar cock comparison. They’d pulled two mixed race girls at the bar and they were now sat on the end of Deano’s bed, sharing a bottle of tequila. Nils was slightly disappointed that they had no interest in rugby and no idea that he was fairly famous in the sporting world. However, they were clearly interested in getting fucked by two hunks.
‘Get your kit off then, boys,’ they giggled drunkenly.
The two men, eager to make the best impression, slowly peeled off their t-shirts and jeans. They had model looks with similarly compact bodies, tanned and sculpted. The girls licked their lips. The men stepped closer. Rosie leant forward and tugged down Nils’s boxers at the same time as Lena leant forward and tugged down Deano’s. on their knees, they stroked and licked the guys hard. Nils and Deano checked out each other’s hardons and found they were pretty evenly matched: Nils a bit longer, Deano a bit thicker. They looked down in pleasure as the girls swapped over, proving that they were both equally good at giving head.
‘Right,’ announced Nils, looking straight at Deano with a cheeky grin, ‘ready to earn yourself a cream pie?’
With that, he lifted Lena in to the air, brought her down onto his throbbing cock and began to fuck her with all his energy. Not to be outdone, Deano got Rosie on her back, raised her legs in the air and began to fuck her like a pneumatic drill.
‘Mate,’ shouted Deano across the room, ‘picture of me with a creampie on twitter, no one’s gonna give a shit… but I reckon a photo of you with a four-man facial’ll go viral!’
Deano laughed as a shadow of horror passed across Nil’s handsome face as he realised that his boys may have met their match with Deano’s lads. But he wasn’t the kind to give up without a fight…
‘Alright then, babe, I’m gonna show you how a real man fucks.’
Will and the other Ben had pulled a sexy brunette and taken her back to Ben’s hotel room. Will already felt behind. He had to admit it: Ben was sexy. And he knew it. He talked with real confidence to the girl, handled her like an expert, and unveiled his naked body like he was some kind of rock star. His cock wasn’t that much bigger than Will’s but he’d still made it very clear, with a quick look down and a grin, that it was bigger. It had hardened the moment he dropped his boxers and the girl had begun sucking on it instantly, while Will had still been undressing and then had to quickly, shyly stroke his cock to get it up. Will was aware that he was just as well built as the other guy but his confidence was almost crushing. His only hope was that Ben had not stamina. Will decided to take his time and hope that Ben showed himself up….
‘This is my mate, Ash,’ Sean announced as he led the other Sean and two slutty blondes into the apartment.
Ash turned from the telly and just stared, open mouthed.
‘Hiya!’ screeched the two drunk blondes.
‘Alright mate,’ purred the other Sean.
‘Bedroom’s in there girls,’ Sean announced with a pat on their arses, ‘I’ll get us all some drinks.’
Sean liked Sean. And Sean liked Sean back. On the pull in the bar, they’d realised they had similar tastes in women, a similar sense of humour, and were generally like-minded. They were very relaxed about sex, having always found it easy to get women. But they were also very competitive. Sean tossed a beer across he room to Sean, who caught it easily in his powerful grip, flicked off the top, and downed it in one. Sean watched with admiration and acceptance of the challenge, downed his own bottle and withdrew two more.
By now, Ash was on his feet, still staring at the other Sean.
‘Um… you're on my calendar this month!’ he blurted out.
Other Sean laughed heartily then added in his thick Scottish accent, ‘Oh yeah, the French rugby thing, that was a laugh.’
‘No way,’ added Sean, turning to Ash, ‘you know who this guy is? You know nothing about rugby!’
The three lads laughed together.
‘Where is it?’ asked Sean, wandering into Ash’s bedroom to explore, followed by Ash and other Sean.
There, hanging on the wall, was a calendar with a photograph of a naked man. It was other Sean. And there was no coy attempt to cover his nudity with a towel, or just show off his arse, he was sitting down in a changing room, his sweating muscles on show, his beefy legs spread, and his big cock fully on show.
‘Fuck…’ murmured Sean, impressed and a little intimidated. Behind him, other Sean grinned, pleased with the impression he’d made. Ash, meanwhile, subtly placed himself between the two men, feeling their hot bodies against him. Other Sean leaned forward laughing, his chest now pressing against Ash’s back.
‘I was a bit drunk at the time. Probably shouldn’t have gone full frontal.’
‘No, you really should!’ giggled Ash.
Other Sean grinned back, totally at ease, ‘Cheers mate.’
‘Are you coming to fuck us or what?!’ came two drunken voices from Sean’s bedroom. The two Sean’s grinned at each other and left Ash standing in in front of his calendar. He reached down and stroked his rock hard cock, wondering how long he’d had a stiffy for......
