The Campfire Measuring Contest
A Gay Fictional Story by HappyCamper66.
I was sitting on a log next to my girlfriend, Carla. She wore cutoffs and a tank top with no bra, her tits bouncing every time she laughed. Across the fire, Rex sprawled in a camp chair, his legs spread wide, one hand lazily cupping the bulge in his jeans. His girlfriend, Nina, sat on his lap, grinding slow against him, her short skirt riding up. Beside them, Owen and Tasha shared a joint, his fingers drawing circles on her inner thigh. And Sam and Ivy were tangled on a blanket, making out with wet, sloppy sounds.
We were all high, all horny, all past giving a fuck.
Then Rex stood up, swaying slightly, and unbuckled his belt. The clink of metal cut through the fire’s hiss.
“You know what we should do?” he said, voice thick with weed and whiskey. “Let’s all pull our pants down and measure our dicks.” He grinned, tugging his zipper down. “The guy with the smallest dick has to lick the others’ cocks in front of the girls.”
Nina giggled and slid off his lap. Tasha clapped her hands. Ivy propped herself up on her elbows, eyes gleaming. Carla tensed beside me, her hand finding my knee. I knew what she was thinking. She’d seen my dick plenty of times. She knew exactly how this would end.
“No backing out, boys,” Ivy said, licking her lips. “We want a show.”
Owen shrugged and stood. Sam laughed and pulled away from Ivy long enough to unbuckle his shorts. Rex already had his jeans around his ankles, his boxers straining. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and yanked them down.
His cock swung out, thick and heavy, even soft. Ten inches, maybe more. It hung over his balls like a club, the head fat and flushed, a vein running down the shaft. The firelight caught a sheen of sweat on his skin. Nina reached up and wrapped both hands around it, her fingers not touching. She gave it a slow stroke, and it stiffened, rising to a proud, leaking arc.
“Fuck, Rex,” Tasha breathed. “That’s a real dick.”
Rex smirked and turned to Owen. “Your turn, man.”
Owen dropped his shorts. His cock was half-hard already, six inches soft, thicker than average, with a dark bush and heavy balls. He gave it a lazy tug, letting it lengthen to a solid eight. Sam followed, stepping out of his jeans. His was seven inches soft, uncut, with a slight curve. He smacked it against his palm a few times, making Ivy moan.
Then all eyes turned to me.
I swallowed. The whiskey churned in my gut. Carla squeezed my knee harder, but she didn’t stop me. She knew the rules. She knew I’d agreed the moment Rex issued the challenge.
I stood up. My hands were shaking as I unzipped my fly. I pushed my jeans and briefs down together, and my dick sprang free—if you could call it springing. It was tiny. Soft, it barely cleared two inches—just a nub, really, with a small pink head and a thin shaft. My balls were small too, tight against my body, as if trying to hide.
The silence lasted half a second. Then the girls erupted.
“Oh my god,” Tasha howled. “That’s not a dick, that’s a clit!”
Ivy laughed so hard she snorted. “I’ve seen bigger thumbs.”
Nina cocked her head, feigning sympathy. “Aww, poor baby. Does it even get hard?”
Carla said nothing, but her lips pressed into a tight line. Then she sighed. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s all he’s got.”
Rex sauntered over, his massive cock bobbing with each step. He pulled a fabric measuring tape from his pocket—apparently he’d been carrying it all weekend. He crouched in front of each guy, wrapping the tape around the thickest part, then measuring length from base to tip.
“Owen: eight inches hard, five and a half around.” He wrote it in the dirt with a stick.
“Sam: seven inches hard, five around.”
“Me: ten inches soft, twelve hard. Seven inches around.”
Then he stood in front of me. His shadow fell across my face. He pinched my tiny prick between two fingers and lifted it like it was a dead worm. I winced, but I didn’t pull away.
“Dale: two and a half inches soft.” He let go, and my dick flopped down. “Let’s see if it grows.”
He reached down and flicked my cockhead with his thumb. It twitched, a pathetic pulse. He did it again, then again, each flick sending a jolt of unwanted arousal through me. My dick stiffened—but only to about four inches, thin as a pencil.
Rex laughed. “Four inches hard. Fuck, man. That’s the smallest by a mile.”
The girls were dying now. Tasha had tears in her eyes. Ivy was bouncing on the blanket, clapping. Nina sucked a mock pout. “Poor little guy. He’s gonna have a lot of cocks to lick.”
Carla finally spoke. “Get on your knees, Dale. You know the rules.”
I looked at her. Her eyes were dark, not with disgust, but with something else. Excitement, maybe. She’d always been the one to push me, to tease me about my size, but tonight she was letting the whole group in on it. And I was hard—humiliatingly, achingly hard.
“Please,” I whispered, not entirely sure what I was asking for.
Rex grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down. “You heard your girl. Knees. Now.”
I dropped to the dirt. The fire warmed my back. The girls rearranged themselves on the logs and blankets, forming a semicircle like an audience. Nina pulled out her phone and started recording. Carla crossed her legs and leaned forward, chin in her hand.
“Smallest cock goes first,” Sam said, stepping up. His uncut cock hung at eye level, swaying. “Lick it.”
I leaned in. My tongue darted out and touched the head of his cock. It was salty, warm, the foreskin loose. I licked up the shaft, tasting sweat and smoke and male musk. Sam groaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair. “That’s it. Get it wet.”
I opened my mouth and took him in. He wasn’t as big as Rex, but he filled my mouth. I sucked, my lips stretched, my tongue pressing flat against the underside. He thrust once, twice, then pulled out and slapped his cock against my cheek.
“Look at him,” Ivy purred. “His little dick is dripping.”
She was right. My cock was leaking pre-cum onto the dirt. I was so hard it hurt, but I kept my hands on my thighs, not touching myself. The rules didn’t say I couldn’t, but something told me not to. This was supposed to be punishment.
Sam pushed my head down again, and I took him deeper, gagging when the head hit my throat. He held me there, my nose pressed into his pubic hair, my eyes watering. The girls cheered. When he finally let go, I gasped for air, a string of spit connecting my lips to his cock.
“Next,” Rex said.
Owen stepped up, already stroking his eight inches. “Open wide, tiny-dick.”
I did. He shoved his cock into my mouth without preamble, fucking my face with slow, deliberate thrusts. His balls slapped my chin. I could feel his cock swelling, the veins pulsing against my tongue. He pulled out and smeared pre-cum across my lips, then pushed back in, making me choke.
“Fuck, your mouth is better than your girlfriend’s,” Owen grunted. Tasha laughed and smacked his ass. “Don’t get used to it, babe. He’s just a hole.”
I licked down his shaft, sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time, rolling them on my tongue. He moaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. I looked up at him through teary eyes, his cock glistening with my spit, and I felt a wave of shame and arousal so intense I almost came.
Then it was Rex’s turn.
He didn’t step up. He just stood there, massive cock jutting out, the head an angry purple. He tapped it against my lips. “Open.”
I opened. He fed me the first inch, then another, then another. My jaw ached. My throat stretched. He was too thick to take all the way, but he didn’t care. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed until my lips met his pubic bone, my nose buried in his trimmed hair. I gagged violently, spit running down my chin, but he held me there.
“That’s it, bitch,” he growled. “Take it all.”
The girls were on their feet now. Nina was filming close-up. Tasha was rubbing herself through her shorts. Ivy was kissing Sam’s neck, watching me choke on Rex’s cock. Carla sat still, her eyes locked on mine, her chest rising and falling.
I licked and sucked as best I could, my throat convulsing around his girth. He pulled out, let me breathe, then slapped his cock against my face—once, twice, three times. It left a wet mark on my cheek.
“Tell everyone how much you love licking my cock,” Rex said.
“I love it,” I croaked. “I love licking your cock.”
“Louder.”
“I LOVE LICKING YOUR COCK!”
The forest swallowed the words. Somewhere, an owl hooted. The fire popped.
Rex laughed and fed me his cock again. This time, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked as my life depended on it. I swirled my tongue around the head, probed the slit, lapped up the steady leak of pre-cum. It tasted bitter and salty, and I wanted more.
“Make him finish,” Nina said, still recording. “I want to see him swallow.”
Rex’s rhythm quickened. He fucked my face harder, his hips snapping, his balls slapping my chin. I could hear wet, obscene sounds—my throat accepting him, my spit dripping onto the ground. The other guys were stroking themselves now, watching. Sam was hard again, Owen too. The girls were all touching themselves, fingers under waistbands, moans mixing with the fire’s roar.
“I’m close,” Rex grunted. “Don’t waste a drop.”
He slammed in one last time, burying himself to the root, and came. Hot cum flooded my mouth, thick and salty, ropes of it hitting my tongue and the back of my throat. I swallowed, gulping as fast as I could, but some leaked out the corners of my lips and dripped down my chin. He pulled out and let the last few spurts hit my face, painting my cheeks and forehead.
The girls erupted in cheers.
“Oh my god, look at him,” Tasha gasped. “He’s covered in it.”
“Such a good little cocksucker,” Ivy added.
Nina lowered her phone. “That’s going straight to the group chat.”
Sam and Owen stepped forward again, their cocks in their hands. “Our turn,” Sam said. “You didn’t think you were done, did you?”
I shook my head, my chest heaving. My own cock was still hard, now slick with pre-cum, the humiliation making me throb. I opened my mouth.
They came in quick succession—Sam first, spurting across my tongue, then Owen, painting my lips and chin. I swallowed what I could, let the rest drip down my neck and chest. By the time it was over, my face was a mess of cum and spit, my eyes red, my jaw sore.
Carla finally stood and walked over to me. She crouched, lifted my chin with one finger, and looked at the mess I’d become. Then she smiled—a slow, wicked smile.
“You did so well,” she said softly, loud enough for everyone to hear. “But we’re not done with you yet.”
She turned to the group. “Smallest dick has to keep licking until every cock is soft. That’s the rule.”
Groans of approval. The men were already recovering, their cocks still half-hard and glistening with my spit. The women circled closer, hands wandering, mouths hungry. The firelight flickered over our bodies—sweat-slicked, filthy, unashamed.
I stayed on my knees, still hard, still humiliated, and opened my mouth for more.
—
Sam grabbed my jaw and tilted my head back. “Tongue out, little man. You’ve got three cocks to milk dry.”
I obeyed, sticking out my tongue, tasting my own spit and the lingering salt of their cum. The fire crackled behind me, heat licking my bare ass and lower back. All four girls had closed in, some sitting on the guys’ laps, others kneeling in the dirt to get a better view. Nina held her phone in one hand, the other lazily rubbing her thigh.
Rex’s cock had gone soft and heavy between his legs, still intimidating in its girth. Owen and Sam were half-erect, glistening with my saliva. The smell of sex, campfire smoke, and spilled whiskey hung thick in the air.
“Get those balls nice and wet too,” Rex said, stepping forward. His limp prick swung like a pendulum. “I want to feel your tongue everywhere.”
I leaned in and mouthed his sack, sucking each testicle into my mouth one at a time. The skin was loose, hairy, salty. I licked up the underside of his soft cock, tracing the thick vein, then back down to his taint. He groaned and widened his stance, giving me access. I lapped at the sensitive strip behind his balls, and he shuddered, his cock twitching and starting to fill.
“That’s it,” he grunted. “Get it hard again so I can fuck your face proper.”
Owen knelt beside me, not to get sucked but to mock. He pinched my little cock between his thumb and forefinger, lifting it as if inspecting. “Look at this pathetic thing. It’s been hard the whole time, and it’s still only the size of my thumb.” He flicked the head, and a thread of pre-cum stretched from the tip. The girls laughed.
Tasha reached over and ran one fingernail down my shaft. “It’s cute,” she cooed. “Like a little baby dick. Does it even reach your belly button when you lie down?”
I whimpered around Rex’s balls, humiliation and arousal tangling in my gut. My hips bucked involuntarily, and Owen laughed.
“He likes it,” Owen said. “Look at him twitch. He’s proud of that little nub.”
Carla, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke. “He loves being humiliated. That’s why he gets hard.” She crawled over to me, her tits swinging, and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so I had to look up at her. “Tell them, Dale. Tell everyone how much you love being the tiny-dicked cocksucker.”
“I love it,” I croaked. “I love being the smallest. I love licking their cocks.”
She slapped me lightly across the cheek. “And what else do you love?”
I swallowed. “I love when they cum in my mouth. I love swallowing their cum.”
The girls cheered. Nina zoomed in on my face. “Say it again. Louder, so the whole woods can hear.”
“I LOVE SWALLOWING THEIR CUM!”
Rex grabbed my hair and yanked me back to his crotch. His cock was half-hard again, thick and bobbing. “Then get to work, cocksucker.”
I opened wide. He pushed in, not gently, and I gagged as the head hit the back of my throat. He held my head still and began fucking my face with slow, deep thrusts. His balls slapped against my chin. Spit ran down my neck. Tears streamed from my eyes. I grabbed his thighs to steady myself, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t.
Sam and Owen stood to the side, stroking themselves, watching. Sam’s uncut cock leaked pre-cum, the foreskin sliding back and forth. Owen’s thick shaft was already fully hard again, glistening in the firelight.
“Save some for me,” Sam said, stepping closer. “I want those lips.”
Rex pulled out with a wet pop, leaving me gasping and drooling. He smeared his cock across my face, rubbing the head over my closed eyelids, my cheeks, my lips. “Be a good little hole and switch.”
I turned to Sam automatically, mouth already open. He slid in, not as brutally as Rex but with a steady rhythm. His uncut cock tasted different—saltier, with a musky undercurrent. I swirled my tongue around the ridge of his glans, and he rewarded me with a deep moan.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Sam whispered. “Girls, you should try this. He’s got a talented mouth.”
Ivy laughed from her spot on the blanket where she was grinding against her own hand. “Oh, I plan to. After you guys are done.”
Sam fucked my mouth for a while, then pulled out and tapped my chin. “Open for Owen.”
Owen didn’t wait. He shoved his eight inches in until I choked, then pulled back and did it again. He liked to hear me gag. Each time he buried his cock in my throat, he’d hold it there until my face turned red, then pull out so I could gasp. The girls counted each gag, laughing harder each time.
“Ten,” Tasha giggled. “Eleven. Twelve. He’s going to pass out.”
But I didn’t. I took it, my jaw aching, my throat raw, my own tiny cock leaking a puddle onto the dirt. Every humiliation made me throb harder. Carla noticed.
She crawled behind me, spreading my knees apart, and ran a single finger up the underside of my cock. “You’re so wet, Dale. Dripping like a girl. Is this what gets you off? Being face-fucked by men with real dicks?”
“Yes,” I whimpered around Owen’s cock.
She pinched my nipple, twisted it. “Then you should thank them. Thank each one for using your throat.”
Owen pulled out just long enough for me to gasp, “Thank you, Owen, for using my throat.” Then he shoved back in, and I gargled out the same thanks for Rex and Sam between thrusts. The girls were clapping, some of them kissing each other, hands wandering. Nina set her phone down on a log, aimed perfectly at my face, and left it recording while she kissed Rex, grinding her wet pussy against his thigh.
Rex grabbed my hair and pulled me off Owen’s cock, turning my head to look at him and Nina making out. “See what a real man gets? A real woman. While you get a mouthful of dick.” He slapped his cock against my lips. “Open.”
I opened. Rex’s cock had softened slightly, but he was still thick. I took him in, sucking gently this time, using my tongue to coax him back to full hardness. He grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my face with renewed energy, his grunts turning into a low growl.
Carla, still behind me, slid a hand between my legs and cupped my tiny balls. “They’re so tight. Like little marbles.” She rolled them in her palm, and I bucked. “Should I squeeze, Dale? Would that make you cum?”
I couldn’t answer; my mouth was full. But my hips thrust forward, searching for more contact. She laughed and let go. “Not yet. You don’t get to cum until every one of these real men is completely soft. That’s the rule.”
Rex pulled out and tapped the head of his cock against my tongue. “Almost there, cocksucker. Swallow this load.”
He pushed back in, but this time he didn’t thrust. He just stood there, letting me do the work. I sucked him deep, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing my head, using every trick I knew. His hands rested on top of my head, guiding the rhythm.
When he came for the second time, it was less violent but no less overwhelming. His cum poured onto my tongue in thick, hot pulses. I swallowed greedily, milking him with my lips until he pulled out, spent and soft.
“Fuck,” he breathed, stepping back. “That’s one down.”
Sam took his place. He was already close, his cock twitching in his hand. “Open, tiny dick. Don’t miss a drop.”
I opened. He came almost immediately, spurting across my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I swallowed, then licked the rest off his shaft, cleaning him. He pulled out, soft.
“Two down,” Ivy announced, clapping.
Owen was last. He’d been waiting, stroking himself with a lazy grip. “You’re going to suck me until I’m completely soft, and if I get hard again, you start over. Understand?”
I nodded, mouth watering, throat raw.
He guided his cock to my lips. I took him in, working him with tongue and suction. He didn’t last long—he’d been watching the others, and the visual of me on my knees, covered in cum and spit, was clearly doing it for him. He came with a grunt, filling my mouth again. I swallowed, then kept sucking until his cock softened in my mouth, shrinking until it slipped from my lips.
“Three down,” Tasha said, and the women applauded.
I sagged back on my heels, chest heaving, face a sticky mess. My own cock was still hard, pointing uselessly at my stomach, slick with pre-cum.
Rex, Sam, and Owen all sank onto logs or blankets, their cocks now limp and wet. The girls gathered around me, looking down like I was a particularly interesting insect.
“Now,” Carla said, her voice low and commanding, “the real fun starts.”
She grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. My knees ached, my jaw throbbed, but I followed. The others watched, curious.
Carla led me to a flat rock near the fire and pushed me onto my back. The stone was warm against my skin. My tiny cock stood straight up, as hard as it had ever been.
“Look at this,” she said, gesturing at my erection. “Four inches. Maybe less.” She looked at the other women. “Should I let him finish? Or should he wait?”
“Make him beg,” Nina said, picking up her phone again. “I want to see him cry.”
Ivy nodded. “Tell him he has to eat all three pussies until we cum, and only then maybe we’ll think about touching his little peepee.”
Tasha laughed. “That’s a punishment for us if he’s bad.”
But Carla was already pulling off her shorts, her wet cunt inches from my face. “You heard them, Dale. Eat.”
I obeyed. I buried my face between her thighs, licking and sucking her clit with the same desperate energy I’d given the men. She tasted sweet and musky, her thighs clamping around my head. The other women laughed and jeered as she rode my face, pulling my hair, grinding against my tongue.
Behind me, the men watched, sipping whiskey, their soft cocks glistening in the firelight. Rex leaned back, one arm around Nina, his other hand idly stroking his own chest.
“He’s not getting off until all three of us cum,” Carla announced, and the night promised to stretch on.
I kept licking, my own cock aching untouched, tears and cunt juice smeared across my face. The humiliation was total—and I loved every second of it.
—
The fire had burned down to glowing orange coals by the time Carla finally let me up. My jaw ached, my tongue was numb, and my face was slick with the combined juices of three different women. Ivy had come twice, grinding against my mouth with her fingers twisted in my hair. Tasha had screamed so loud the birds had probably fled the county. Carla had been last, slow and deliberate, using my face like a toy until she finally shuddered and pushed me away.
“Good boy,” she said, patting my cheek. “You’ve earned it.”
The men were all soft now, their cocks hanging limp and spent between their legs. The girls had taken turns riding them while I ate pussy, the sounds of their moans mixing with my own muffled whimpers. Nina had kept filming, her phone battery somehow still holding out.
I lay on my back on the flat rock, every muscle trembling. My little cock was still achingly hard, purple-tipped and leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that had pooled in the hollow of my hip. The night air had gone cold, raising goosebumps across my skin, but the heat of the coals still radiated against my side.
“Look at it,” Owen said, nudging my hip with his boot. “It’s about to explode.”
“Please,” I whispered. My voice was wrecked, barely audible. “Please, I need—”
“Need what?” Rex asked, sipping whiskey from the bottle. His voice was lazy, satisfied. “Spell it out, Dale.”
I swallowed hard, the taste of cunt and cum still coating my throat. “I need to cum. Please. I’ve done everything. I sucked all three of you until you went soft. I made all the girls cum.” Tears burned in my eyes. “Please, just let me finish.”
The group exchanged looks, a silent conversation passing between them. Then Carla smiled. “You’ve been a very good little cocksucker tonight, Dale. I think you’ve earned a reward.”
She looked at the others. “Everyone agree?”
“I say he has to earn it,” Ivy countered, but her eyes were glinting. “He hasn’t had to do anything hard yet.”
Tasha giggled. “Everything’s been hard for him.”
Ivy rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
Sam leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “What did you have in mind?”
Ivy walked over to where the measuring tape still lay in the dirt—the very same one they’d used hours ago to document my shame. She picked it up and let it unspool, the yellow material crackling in the silence. “I want to see how many times his little dick can fit inside a real one.”
My stomach dropped.
She walked over to Rex, who was still lounging with his soft cock draped over his thigh. “Scoot forward, big guy.” She knelt beside him and took his cock in her hand, holding it up. It was maybe five inches soft—still longer than my hard-on. “Dale, come here.”
I crawled on my hands and knees, the coarse dirt scraping my palms. The coals of the fire popped, sending a shower of sparks into the black sky. Ivy aligned the measuring tape along Rex’s flaccid shaft, then looked at me.
“Compare.”
I knelt straight, my hard cock bobbing in front of me. My tip barely reached past the base of Rex’s soft head. Ivy measured both.
“Four and a half inches soft for Rex,” she announced, then turned to me. “Three and three-quarters hard for Dale.” She laughed, a mean sound. “Rex’s soft cock is almost an inch longer than your hard one.”
The group erupted in laughter. Nina zoomed in on the comparison, capturing every degrading inch.
Owen came over, and Ivy measured him soft too. “Five inches. Still bigger than you, Dale.”
Sam stood and let himself be measured. “Four even.” He shrugged. “Close, but not quite.”
The women took turns pressing their own hands against my erection, showing how their fingers wrapped around it with room to spare. Carla wrapped her entire fist around my shaft and still had the head poking out. “It’s like holding a lipstick tube,” she snickered.
By this point, I was beyond coherent thought. Every touch, every measurement, every laugh sent electric bolts straight to my groin. My hips kept twitching, seeking friction in the empty air. Pre-cum dripped steadily, and Ivy caught a drop on her finger, examining it in the firelight.
“He’s about to blow any second,” she observed. “We better do something before he cums from pure shame.”
Carla stood and stripped off her shirt, leaving her tits bare and freckled in the firelight. She straddled my lap, not taking me inside, just hovering. Her wet cunt was inches from my cock, the heat of her practically touching me. “I’m going to sit on your lap, Dale. But you’re not allowed to move. You’re not allowed to put it inside me. You understand?”
I nodded frantically.
She lowered herself, and my cock lay flat against my belly, trapped between us. The pressure was unbearable—the heat of her pussy, the weight of her body, the knowledge that if I just thrust upward I could slip inside her.
But I didn’t. I stayed still, shaking, while she rolled her hips against my shaft.
“Look at him shake,” Nina whispered into the camera. “He’s so desperate.”
Carla kissed my neck, then my ear, then whispered, “Beg for it, Dale. Beg me to let you cum on your own stomach.”
“Please,” I sobbed. “Please, Carla, let me cum. I need it. I need it so bad. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
She pulled back, a wicked smile on her face. “Then say it. Say ‘I’m a pathetic little-dicked cumslut and I don’t deserve to cum inside a real woman.'”
“I’m a pathetic little-dicked cumslut,” I gasped, “and I don’t deserve to cum inside a real woman.”
“That’s right.” She pressed down harder, her wet lips sliding against my shaft. “And where do you deserve to cum?”
“On myself,” I whimpered. “On my own stomach. Like the pathetic little bitch I am.”
Carla began to rock in earnest, grinding her clit against my trapped cock. The friction, the humiliation, the hours of denied release—it all crashed over me at once.
“Now,” she commanded. “Cum now, Dale.”
My body convulsed. The first spurt hit my chin, the second striped across my chest, the third and fourth pooled in my navel. I came so hard I saw spots, my whole body arching off the rock, my mouth open in a silent scream. Carla kept grinding through it, milking every last drop out of me until I was twitching and oversensitive.
When she finally lifted off, my stomach was painted with my own cum—thin, watery ropes that looked almost pathetic compared to the thick loads I’d swallowed from the men.
“Look at that,” Owen said, leaning over. “Not even enough to fill a shot glass.”
Nina got the perfect angle for the camera. “And… scene.”
The group relaxed. The tension broke, replaced by a sleepy, satisfied buzz. Rex threw another log on the fire, sending fresh flames licking upward. Someone passed the whiskey bottle around. I lay there, spent and sticky, not caring about anything anymore.
Ivy tossed me a damp bandana. “Clean yourself up, Dale. You look like a glazed donut.”
I wiped weakly at my stomach, my hand trembling. The feeling had returned to my limbs, along with a deep, bone-tired exhaustion.
Carla found her shorts and pulled them on, but not before leaning down and kissing me on the forehead—surprisingly gentle, given everything. “You did good tonight, Dale. Better than we expected.”
Sam helped me sit up. “Next camping trip, same time next month?”
I looked around at them—at Rex and Nina, Owen and Tasha, Sam and Ivy, Carla. My friends. My tormentors. My family, in some weird, fucked-up way.
I should have felt humiliated. And I did, of course. But underneath that, there was something else. Something warm that glowed brighter than the fire.
“Yeah,” I croaked. “Same time next month.”
The fire crackled, and someone started playing music from a phone. The tension of the competition was gone, replaced by quiet conversation and the clink of bottles. I sat there among them, covered in my own cum and everyone else’s, my tiny cock finally soft and spent.
It had been the most humiliating night of my life.
And I was already counting down the days until the next one.
The End.
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