Once upon a time 26 dudes came together and planned the biggest circle jerk in history. It was to be a great bonding experience, something that would forever make them loyal to the group so they would act as one. They did a lot of talking before hand. It wasn't going to be a race to see who could shoot the gloop the quickest. Nor was it to be a contest to see who could last the longest. Rather it was to be a bonding experience to help them all to stroke steadily and come together as one. Now they recognised that this would be a bit tricky, but with lots of talking (and they were all good at talking) they thought it could be managed. The key was to get convergence of horniness before the group wanking stage was actually started. So they did their calculations and factored in age and fitness and edging ability and control and time of last cum release. By the time they had done all the talking and all the calculating just 11 guys dropped their trousers and strated wanking. And it was off to a good start, 11 upright members demonstrating a steady wank action leading to co-ordinated enhancement of the group pleasure receptors. It went so well that another 5 soon joined in, and 8 more said they would soon, and only 2 seemed set on staying on the side lines. And those two both watched. But then it started to go wrong. Achilles was young and fit and soon seemed fit to burst. Before joining he had assured them all that his cum levels were appropriate and that he could stay the course with the best of them, but soon it turned out that he had been copying the plot of 30 days and 30 nights and had sky high cum levels that he had concealed from them all. Pedro wasn't quite at the same cum level as Achilles but he wasn't far off. Mighty Carlos was mighty over-aroused also, and even Romulus far more excited than he owned up to be. So Fritz and Francis told these four they needed to take a cold shower, and they all said they knew they should really, but it looked soo cold. Or think about dead dogs or something. But what would really solve it for the four would be for Fritz and Francis to boil over, but Fritz and Francis had years of edging experience and were up for the slow and steady wank, and why should they change? So Achilles and Pedro and Carlos and Romulus grit their teeth and imagined a cold shower without actually taking one and thought about a dog that was just a little bit unwell, and all stared at the same television screen (that Fritz and Francis couldn't see) that was showing just static and tried to forget the churning in their balls and the growing pressure and the need for release. And they promised everyone they could hold off, no problem. Then Markets walked in, picked up the remote control and turned the televison the four were watching to the hottest porn film ever. What happens now?