The Short Straw

When we arrived at the resort, we parked up and got out of the car.

The snow had been falling for the duration of the two-hour drive and everyone was a little tense during those white-out moments. Now we could stretch and congratulate Shawn, the driver among us, for getting us here safe and whole. We registered at the resort's main reception and went back to the car. We grabbed our luggage. We were teenage guys, so we traveled fairly light. We hauled our bags up to the cabin. The heaviest stuff to carry was the food and alcohol. It took a second trip.

Three of us had turned nineteen in the last two months and Tony and I were both turning twenty in the next two weeks. There hadn't been much time to celebrate during the last semester at the college we all attended. We all took our studies seriously, so college was not booze and bimbos for us. We worked hard and needed this break, so we planned on this for weeks.

The cabin was everything the resort ad said it would be. Fully furnished with a master bedroom that had a queen-size bed, a second bedroom with three bunks, and a pull-out couch bed in the living room. Nobody would have to share a bed. The cabin was equipped with Wi-Fi and the living room boasted a sixty-inch TV above the fireplace. Tony got the fire started and Johnny, the tech geek of our number, was soon able to bypass the smart TV's imposed limitations so that we could skip the ordinary streaming services and watch porn on the internet.

Of course, everyone tried to stake a claim to the master bedroom. It was the most comfortable bed in the only private room.

Walt suggested drawing straws, with the short straw lucking into the big bed for two nights. We all agreed that was fair, but we determined to have the draw later as we were all enjoying the porn Johnny had rigged up.

In our part of the world, nineteen was legal drinking age, so we didn't have to sneak around anymore with alcohol. We had a stockpile of beer and hard liquor to last us the weekend. After the fall session we'd had at school, we were all ready to cut loose.

"Man, look at that bimbo. Her tits are so fake."

"Look at the guy. That dick has to be fake too."

"You'd be looking at the dick, it figures."

"Hey, I don't have to be embarrassed that my cock isn't twelve inches long. When he puts that in her, she's going to split up the middle."

The drinks flowed freely. I warmed up with my favourite beer, while some of the others got loaded on the whiskey and rum. With three of us on the couch, it was at capacity. The room had two chairs though so we all sat our asses on cushions while we watched the next video Johnny loaded up. It was a pair of lesbians in a sixty-nine. It was pretty hot.

"If I had a body like that redhead's," Tony said, "I'd just take showers all day long and moisturize myself."

We laughed. It was a line from an old movie slightly paraphrased, but none of us could remember what the film was.

"Freddy," Shawn said. "You're still drinking beer when the rest of us are on the hard stuff. You're not planning on taking advantage of us, are you?"

"You wish," I replied.

We all laughed. It seemed so improbable. Ridiculous even.

As the hours passed, we had a roaring fire going and the room was a bastion against the cold outside, but it was almost uncomfortably warm for anyone wearing clothes.

"We're all guys here," Walt said, stripping off his sweater. "Anyone got a problem if I sit in my boxers?"

Nobody did. We were all cooking in the room's heat. Besides we were used to being partially nude together from sitting around our dorm rooms. Shawn and I were roommates. So were Walt and Johnny. Seeing each other in underwear wasn't that strange to us. Soon, we were all down to our t-shirts and boxers or briefs. We weren't really pyjamas kind of people.

Time passed. We continued to put a dent in our alcohol stockpile. We were slurring our words and laughing at the stupidest things. The TV grew hazy with booze vision and we put the lamps out to see better in the dark.

We were pretty susceptible to the porn. We were watching a black chick ride a lucky white guy while she pulled a dick in each hand from generic porn studs.

"That's hot," Tony said. "I don't know about you guys, but I need to pull my pud."

Just like that, he whipped it out and started to jerk off slowly. Such was the stupor of the room that most of us weren't shocked at all. Rather, it seemed like a pretty good idea. Within a minute, all five of us had our dicks in our hands, rubbing them slowly and pretending we weren't watching each other.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Tony spoke again.

"Freddy, you're closest to the kitchen. Better go get the paper towel. We paid a deposit on this place, and we'll be out a lot of cash if we get cum stains all over it."

That made sense to me. So, I stood up, but Shawn, sitting beside me on the couch, reached up and yanked my boxers down. Everyone laughed, even me. I stepped out of the underwear and took my t-shirt off so that I was stark, bare-ass naked, my boner in evidence.

Johnny had another request. "While you're in there, grab some straws and some scissors. We'll draw straws for the bedroom soon. I know I'm fucking drunk and wouldn't mind a private room to jerk off in."

I pranced through the house in the nude, coming back to the living room with the paper towel and the straws. I felt self-conscious, but I had the confidence of a drunk and pragmatically recognized that everyone had their dicks out anyway, which was as good as being naked to most guys' minds.

Tony spoke up.

"I have an idea that will save the paper towel. Whoever draws the short straw swallows all our cum! Just to sweeten the deal, the cocksucker gets the private room."

The rest of us nodded in approval of this brilliant suggestion. Nobody ever thinks they'll be the one to pull the short straw.

"Getting my cock sucked sounds good. Nobody told me to pack for a circle jerk, so I left my lube at home." Walt was practical about everything.

Johnny cut the straws, holding them up so that we could see four pieces were the same length and one was short.

"We might as well do it now."

Everyone agreed that Johnny could be trusted to be impartial. We all said we would accept the results as binding and there'd be no 'best two-out-of-three' bullshit. With the articles agreed, Johnny put the straws between his hands and started mixing them up. We all pretty quickly lost track of where that short straw was. He put them all in one fist without looking at them and then pressed his palm down over the tops to even them out. It now looked like he had five straws of equal strength. In our state of mind, this seemed like a really good magic trick. I swear Walt applauded.

I spoke up. "I want to draw first."

"Why?" Shawn asked.

"Because I'm the one who had to go to the kitchen to get the stuff."

Truth was, I was afraid to choose the short straw and swallow cum. I wanted the best chances going. My excuse was bullshit, but to my surprise, Johnny supported what I said and the others went along.

Triumphant, I drew the first straw and held it out for everyone to see. Shawn was next, but his and all the ones that followed were longer straws than mine. Despite the odds, I had drawn the short straw.

"The good news is you get the master bedroom tonight," Johnny announced. "There is no bad news, Cocksucker."

I sat stunned, trying to think of an excuse to wriggle off this hook. I had nothing.

"Well, now that we've settled that, whose knob gets polished first?" Johnny asked. "This time, the short straw is the winner."

There were only four competitors this time, since I was not included, so I was entrusted with three long pieces and the one short straw. I mixed them up behind my back and held them out for the four men. On the third pick, Shawn drew the winning straw.

Everyone cheered. I was particularly embarrassed at the thought of blowing my college roommate. I was pretty sure Shawn would never let me forget that I sucked his cock and he might try to leverage that against me to make me do it again. I would see his face every day and remember this.

I was standing and Shawn was still sitting in the middle of the couch beside Walt, and both were grinning up at me, eager to watch my first blowjob. That left the cushion I'd been sitting on unoccupied. The floor of the cabin's living room floor was hardwood, so I pulled the cushion off the couch and put it between Shawn's feet. I lowered myself to my knees and stared into Shawn's crotch.

"Here," Shawn said, leaning down to the end table where I'd been sitting and snatching up my drink. "To wet your whistle."

Oddly enough, my mouth was quite moist, but I accepted the drink and the gesture with gratitude. I downed what was left of my beer in a single swallow. Then, emboldened and determined, I fell to my work. I peeled his boxers out of the way so I had access to his cock and balls. A cheer went up from the others in the room and I felt seized by a strange exhilaration that came from the forbidden nature of what I was about to do, the fact that I would be watched by my best friends as I swallowed cock for the first time. I took Shawn's boner by the base in a firm but gentle grip and imitated the methods of the porn stars I'd been watching all evening. I opened my mouth and lowered my face over his dick, sucking in the engorged glans and running my tongue over it. I found the flavour surprisingly pleasant.

The soundtrack of the evening had been the grunts and moans of the men and women of porn. Now I noticed a shift. All of the sounds were masculine. I stopped what I was doing long enough to look over my shoulder at the television. Johnny had flipped the playlist over to gay porn. Appropriately, the scene on screen at the moment showed a guy on his knees serving several naked men. I smiled at Johnny and he winked. Then I returned to my work.

I let Shawn thrust his cock up into my mouth and learned to keep my mouth closed with my lips covering my teeth to save his cock from lacerations. I continued sucking him while jacking him with my hand. After a minute, I realized my eyes were closed, so I opened them and looked up at Shawn. He had a look of perfect contentment for several seconds until I felt a sudden spasm in his dick. His face became a map of ecstasy. His eyes rolled back in his head, his nostrils flared and he bit his lip. He let out a long moan, which was then punctuated by several short ones and then a sigh, by which time my mouth was full of his cum. The other men in the room cheered, but whether for me or for Shawn, I didn't know.

I saw Shawn close his eyes. Was that relief? Shame? Exhaustion? I kept my mouth closed as I took it off his dick and leaned back so the sperm in my mouth pooled in my throat. I'd never had cum in my mouth before, of course, and I didn't know what to do. I gagged, and I feared I might throw up. Thoughts of the cleaning deposit rose in my mind and that, plus the encouragement of my fellows--spitters are quitters, they chanted--convinced me to swallow the whole load.

The gulp was audible and visible to my supportive friends.

Walt, sitting beside Shawn, asked how it tasted.

"Not that bad really," I answered, surprised at this simple truth. I'd always thought the concept of eating a man's cum was inherently revolting.

"Better you than me," Walt said. He was still stroking himself, but slowly. I didn't mind that since it might be that much easier to get him off with my mouth.

"Okay," Tony said. "Minuteman's done with Freddy. Next!"

Shawn scowled at the nickname, but we made eye contact and I thought we were cool. I hoped things didn't get weird between us.

Johnny handed me two long straws and a short straw. "Do your thing, Cocksucker!"

It didn't bother me that my friend called me that. It was true now after all, and there was no malice in his voice, only good humour. I mixed up the straws again and held them out to Johnny, Walt and Tony. When they held up their straws, Walt had drawn the short one.

"Thank Christ," Walt said. "I really need to bust a nut."

"Don't be long," Tony said. "I'm getting pretty enthusiastic myself."

"It's the gay porn, Tony." Johnny said. "Picked that just for you."

Tony gave him the finger and went back to stroking himself.

I slid the cushion over to Walt's side of the couch and planted myself between his legs. Before I could start anything, he stood up and declared that he was still overdressed. He shed his t-shirt and told me to pull his briefs off. I complied. He was as naked as I was. Then he told me to begin. I started the way I had with Shawn, but Walt preferred more handiwork than I had used on Shawn.

"Just jerk me off and lick the tip. Faster. Go faster. Up and down like a piston, man. Lick my piss-slit. Okay, suck the knob. Keep jerking me. Fuck. Yeah, that's good. Oh, fuck, Freddy. I'm gonna spill my load. Take it, take it all!"

His cum was as copious as Shawn's had been, but this time I did not hesitate to swallow. There was an aftertaste, but really, I was finding this whole experience startlingly positive. Was this why I hardly ever dated? Was I really interested in men and just didn't realize it?

"Thanks," Walt said. "I hope that was okay. You felt really good."

"It was good. I enjoyed it. Thank you."

Another general cheer went up. I noticed that Shawn abstained for some reason.

It was getting on to about three in the morning, and all the beers were catching up to me. I was getting tired. Walt let me take a sip of his drink. Scotch. It took the taste of cum out of my mouth, but that wasn't entirely a good thing.

"Okay, that leaves me and Tony," Johnny said. "Tony, you go first. I might want to take my time with that mouth."

"Alright!" Tony said, oblivious to the possibility that his endurance had just been slighted. "I need this!"

Tony was a special case among my friends. He had the biggest cock by far. His was the bone I most feared to suck for fear of choking on its length.

"Don't worry," he said. "Just take what you can handle."

That was a relief. I moved the cushion in front of his chair and pulled his underwear off. He seemed to take the hint and joined those of us who were going nude. He pulled off his t-shirt and threw it down beside his chair. He picked his drink up and had a sip as I let my tongue circle the tip of his erection. I'd lost my fear of cock and cum and I approached Tony's large member with more interest than anxiety. I began sucking him and jacking him at the same time and he sounded pleased.

"Oh, yeah, stroke that cock. Suck it. More tongue. Don't be afraid to use your teeth on the head. Just a little. Oh, yeah. I've been spanking it good while I watched you go down on Shawn and Walt. I'm not gonna last too long. You know what I like? Play with my balls."

I obeyed every suggestion as if it was an order. I sucked as much of him as I could get in my mouth, letting him thrust up into me. I stroked the lower part of his shaft. With the other hand, I played with his balls and twisted my fingers into his profuse and pungent pubic hair. It smelled like sex.

Tony was as good as his word. He didn't last long. His ejaculation was just as large as the others and I handled it like a pro, swirling it around in my mouth before I downed the whole load.

"Okay, catch your breath," Johnny said. "I haven't been spanking the monkey like the others have. You're going to have to work to get me off."

I took him at his word. So far, it had been a pretty easy chore getting my horny friends off. Johnny was a cool customer by comparison. He had a full erection, and he was happy to join those of us who were in the nude, discarding the remainder of his clothes in a heap. Only Shawn kept his underclothes on.

"I should warn you," Johnny said. "I like a little dirty talk when I'm being sucked off. I might get a bit abusive. Don't take it to heart. It's just heat-of-the-moment stuff."

"Okay." I listened to Johnny with a bit of awe. As far as I know, he was the only one of us who probably wasn't a virgin. Then again, I was about to suck my fourth cock of the evening. Was I still a virgin? I guessed I was, but I was starting to stack up sexual experience I had never dreamed of.

"Now get on that cock. I've been watching your technique. Just do what you've been doing and it'll be fine."

I obeyed. My friend seemed to have a dominant aspect I'd never noticed before. Unlike my previous feeders, Johnny chose to stand for his blowjob. I would accommodate him, of course. My trusty cushion was at his feet and I knelt before him. He looked down on me with his hands on his hips.

On an impulse, I looked over my shoulder at Shawn, feeling his eyes on me too. He had an intense expression and appeared to be brooding. I was startled. It wasn't in his nature to go dark.

"No," Johnny said, intruding on my thoughts. "Don't look at your fucking roommate. It's my turn now.

He was right, of course. I was in this all the way. At the moment, the alcohol haze seemed to have receded and I felt almost sober. I was very conscious that I had agreed to abide by the decision of the short straw.

"Come on, suck!"

I took Johnny's erection in my mouth, absorbing the tip and subjecting it to my now-usual treatment of tongue-lashing. I lifted a hand from my side and began to jack the veiny shaft. The other hand was soon occupied with playing with his balls.

"That's good," Johnny said after a few minutes of this. "Keep it up."

I did him one better and began to take more of his dick in my mouth, letting my head bounce back and forth against his hips, eventually taking it down to the root. It was the first time I deep-throated one of my feeders for any real length of time. Johnny seemed suitably impressed.

"You're good at this, Freddy," he said. "I don't think this will be the last time you suck cock, little whore. You're a natural cocksucker and it would be a waste of talent for you to give this all up."

I moaned in, what? Agreement? Denial? Ecstasy? There was no doubt I had enjoyed getting these men off in my mouth. It called my whole sexual identity into question. I was thinking about that, but it was a big 'so what?' to me at the moment. I hadn't had a date with a girl since summer, never had sex with one. I spent all of my free time associating with men and I found I liked it that way.

None of us had girlfriends--we were all considered nerds--so we didn't have anything to feel bad about in playing with each other except our own hang-ups. I thought maybe that was what was affecting Shawn. He seemed eager enough to be blown, but displayed what might have been guilt or remorse after he came.

"One compliment and you start slacking," Johnny said. He was right, I'd dulled my efforts to please him when I got lost in thought.

"Alright, let's get back on track, faggot." Johnny said. "Take it, bitch."

I heard Walt say "Yeah!" behind me and remembered my performance was still on show for my other feeders to enjoy. I found it thrilled me to be watched. I was strangely excited to have myself labelled a faggot in front of my closest friends.

Johnny took the back of my head in both his hands and began face-fucking me in earnest. I was unable to breathe for a moment as his cock reached my throat and initiated my gag reflex. I coughed, but he held my head immobile. Then I caught on to his rhythm and adjusted my breathing and the gagging subsided. I was being deep-throated. I felt my own cock filling with blood. Being used gave me back my boner.

"He's into it," Tony said.

"He can take it," Walt said.

There was relief in their voices and I realized my friends had been contemplating intervening when Johnny started fucking me down the throat. My obvious signs of enjoyment and my adapted breathing convinced them I needed no help.

"Yeah, the little whore can take it," Johnny said. "The bitch has a taste for it now."

It was true that I was getting off on this, the name-calling included. Johnny sustained this pace for what seemed like a long time and I noticed that my jaw muscles were tiring. I needed to end this soon if I was going to be able to chew my breakfast and talk in the morning. I resumed my work with my hands, which had fallen to the wayside with the deep face-fucking I was receiving. Once more I massaged Johnny's testicles and interposed my hand between my closed mouth and the root of his dick, jerking him as best I could.

The efforts paid off. Johnny groaned loudly.

"Here I come, Cocksleeve. Take my load, bitch."

To my surprise, Johnny pulled his cock out of my mouth and came all over my face and hair mostly, but striping my chest and shoulders too. I felt like the whore he named me and it felt good.

"Good job, Freddy." Johnny said breathlessly. "I hope I wasn't too hard on you."

I reassured him that he was not and that there were no hard feelings. Walt handed me the roll of paper towel from the kitchen and I wiped myself down. I thought of using Johnny's sperm as a lubricant to pull my own cock, but I was as exhausted as I was horny.

The men commended me on my feat of blowing them all and congratulated me on winning the private room. We all had a bit of a coming-down period after that, though I was the only one who hadn't had an orgasm. We were all naked but Shawn, but nobody commented. He seemed moody and nobody wanted to push someone who might be a bad drunk, especially someone as burly and broad as Shawn.

I had a last drink--a rum and coke--to clear my throat of the aftertaste of all that semen. It was four in the morning almost and we were all drunk and satisfied. Johnny, Tony and Walt filed into the second bedroom and claimed their bunks. Everybody was too tired to argue much. The men were happy to let the sulking Shawn have the pull-out sofa bed in the living room.

I didn't bother to put any clothes back on. The cabin was still warm from the fire and I felt free without a stitch on. As I lay under a thin sheet, I began to touch my continuing erection, but I decided I was too tired to be bothered with running out to the living room to get the paper towel to catch my mess. I decided to rest but found sleep elusive. I was excited about my strange coming of age this night and a little worried about Shawn.

My eyelids were getting heavy just as there was a gentle tap at my door. A quiet knock. Without waiting for a word from me, someone opened the door, came in, and closed it behind him. The room was dark, but there was a window that admitted reflection of the resort lights off the snow outside. I could just make out a silhouette. It was Shawn.

"Freddy, you awake?"

"Yes, Shawn. What is it?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I'm sorry I got grumpy. You see, I was jealous."

"Jealous?"

"I've liked you that way since we started being roommates."

"I had no idea."

"And seeing you with our friends made me very jealous. I'm sorry for one other thing. You went through all that and nobody got you off. I came to fix that."

"You don't have to."

"I want to."

Shawn took his t-shirt off and pulled down his boxers. I could barely see his burly body in the dim light, but I didn't want to spoil the mood by turning on the bedside lamp. I was very interested in what he had to say about his feelings, but at that moment, I was most intrigued by what he was offering to do. I craved release.

Shawn pulled the sheet off me, letting it gather at the foot of the bed. He put one knee up and then the other and then lowered himself so that he was lying between my legs. My cock was at full mast in anticipation.

"I've never done this before," Shawn said. "You'll have to tell me what you like and what you don't."

"Okay, I--" I broke off as I felt a hand other than my own on my cock for the first time. Handling the dicks of others hadn't prepared me for the sensual pleasures of having my own manipulated.

"I've been admiring this cock for months," Shawn said. "I want to please it." He let his fingers traipse along the shaft of my cock ever so slowly. I felt instantly ablaze.

"Show me how you please it," I said.

His grip on my rod tightened until he had a firm hold. He began stroking me off. My organ was electrified by his grasp. I jerked myself off all the time, but it never felt like this. I concluded that anticipation and having someone else's hand on me made all the difference.

Then I felt his tongue. He let it explore the slit in my cock-head, no doubt relishing the flavour of my pre-cum forming there. It swirled around my helmet a few times before he sucked my whole dick in his mouth. I moaned.

"I don't want you to think I have a problem with premature ejaculation, Shawn, but I'm going to fucking come soon."

He laughed with a mouth full of cock and the sound had a gurgling quality to it. His head went up and down like a see-saw on me, his left hand busy with my balls. When I felt the fingers of his right hand trace their way down my perineum and in between my buttocks, I lost it.

"Oh, fuck. I'm coming!" My back arched, my ass contracted around his fingers and I thrust my dick up into Shawn's face. I felt spurt after spurt after spurt filling my friend's mouth. I could feel him gulping it down as fast as it came. I spasmed for long moments after my ejaculation ended and Shawn kept me in his mouth the whole time, greedily licking every last drop of my cum.

"Wow," I said. "I've never come like that before."

"No more, no less than you did for me."

Shawn crawled up the bed so he was on top of me. He grasped me in an embrace and planted a lasting kiss on my lips. After a few seconds, the surprise faded and I responded, kissing back and opening my mouth instinctively when he opened his. His tongue wrestled with mine and I could taste the familiar savour of spunk. It was hot and sexy as hell.

We fell asleep entwined in each other's arms. The next day was to be a full one, with snowshoeing and cross-country skiing, but, as I nodded off, I had a feeling I'd rather spend it in bed.