"I think we're ready to play," Mitchell observed. George took over then, asking who had drawn No. 1. "That'd be me," Mitchell announced. Jeff had drawn the No. 2 position, followed in order by Fred, Tyler, Max and George. Jeff and Max each raised an eyebrow, wondering if Mitchell's rigging of the early rounds of the game had somehow included ensuring that the first two participant and action cards would be drawn by Mitchell and Jeff, both of whom were pledged to fuck pairings of Jeff and Max with Tyler.
"C'mon dude, pull my name sucking your dick out of those hats," Fred pleaded.
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Mitchell drew a participant card and 'read' out loud "Tyler + Jeff." Jeff and Tyler jumped up and each took a shot as Mitchell called out, "and they get to...FUCK!" George told Tyler to call the coin flip since Jeff had home field advantage, and Tyler won the toss on 'Tails,' so he had the choice to top Jeff or bottom for him, and in which position. "Bend over, bitch, grab your ankles," Tyler said to Jeff, laughing as the others hooted. "Fuck me hard, sweet heart," Jeff said just before he kissed Tyler and bent over, relieved that while he'd get to be with Tyler first, Max still had a shot at being the first to top Tyler. If Mitchell hadn't cheated the twins would have been blowing each other, a sight Mitchell would've liked to have seen.
Tyler quickly lubed Jeff's exposed nipple colored hole and then, with his hands-on Jeff's hips, pushed in the first two of his seven inches, as George started the three-minute timer on his phone. "No need to pause, bro, you're on the clock," Jeff assured him. Tyler drove in hard and fucked Jeff even harder, discovering how quickly three minutes could pass while fucking hard - and that three minutes of fucking a bent over stud hard, fast and deep in front of a group of their cat calling friends was (or certainly could be) enough to bust his nut.
Tyler stopped fucking before he nutted, but only barely. George had alerted him when two and a half minutes of pile driving had passed, which had given Tyler time to re-think his preliminary decision to fuck Jeff right through orgasm (and to take the two compulsory shots for nutting early)...so his smoothly thrusting hips came to a reluctant halt when George's timer went off.
"Who's got No. 2?" Fred asked. "I do," Jeff answered, more reluctant to accept the end of Tyler's cock sliding in and out of his perfect presentation than even Tyler was. "Damn, that felt good, bro!" Jeff said as he and Tyler exchanged high fives after Tyler had pulled out and Jeff had straightened up. Fred passed the caps to Jeff, encouraging him to be quick to keep the game moving, and Jeff obliged, pulling one card from each cap. "Tyler + Max, more fucking," Jeff lied, quickly returning the evidence of his lie to their respective caps. Had Jeff read the cards he'd actually drawn; Max would have been rimming Fred. "Woo hoo!" Tyler shouted, hoping to finish in Max what he'd begun in Jeff's tight (enough) end.
Tyler and Max took their shots (Tyler's third), and Max called and won the coin toss. Everyone laughed when Max told Tyler, "Bend over, bitch, grab your ankles."
"Hey Tyler, you ever have a beer can shoved up your ass?" Fred asked. "Because that's exactly what Baby Bro feels like."
"Jeeze, I fucking love watching a pair of 16-year-old studs fuck," George observed, stroking his cock while Max hammered Tyler until the timer went off.
After he pulled out of Tyler, Max gave him a hungry kiss and then whispered in his ear, "I can hardly wait for you to return the favor."
"I'd love that, but I hope my name doesn't get called again for a while," Tyler said, "because I'm going to be shit faced if I have to down another shot anytime soon."
