Soggy Sayo!

It was well past midnight in the share house. The post-party mess lay strewn across the living room: half-eaten pizza, empty goon sacks, forgotten flip-cups. Most of the guests had stumbled home or passed out, but six remained -- five housemates and Sydney.

The boys: Josh, Marcus, Leo, Will, and Timmy -- all close friends from uni, half-drunk and flopped across couches, beanbags, and the sticky floor. Sydney, perched elegantly on the edge of the coffee table in a tank top and tiny red skirt, was the only girl left. She didn't seem out of place. If anything, she looked delighted to still be there.

Her outfit left very little to the imagination. No bra. Her nipples visibly perked through the soft grey fabric of her top, and her skirt kept riding up, flashing a glimpse of skimpy red panties -- the high-cut kind that hugged her hips tight and left just enough mystery.

"I still can't believe how hard Leo bombed during Flip Cock," she teased, sipping from her half-warm vodka soda.

Leo groaned, stretching out on the rug. "I was distracted."

"By what?" Josh smirked. "Your own reflection?"

"By her," Leo said, nodding toward Sydney, who grinned and gave a mock curtsy.

Timmy laughed nervously. "We're all distracted."

That's when Marcus sat up, a glint in his eye. "You know what we should do?"

"Oh no," Will muttered. "Here we go."

"Soggy Sayo."

Sydney blinked. "What the hell is Soggy Sayo?"

Five guys froze.

Josh cleared his throat. "It's... uh... kind of a joke. An urban legend."

"Not a joke," Marcus said. "A ritual."

"It's gross," Leo added. "No one actually does it."

"What is it?" Sydney pressed, her eyes lighting up.

Marcus stood, already unwrapping a SAO cracker from the pantry. "One cracker. Five guys. Everyone jerks off onto it. Last one to come has to eat it."

Sydney's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me?"

Will flushed. "No one's really suggesting--"

"I am," Marcus said, placing the cracker ceremoniously on the coffee table. "Let's settle some scores."

Josh chuckled. "What scores?"

Sydney tilted her head. "Oh, I know what he means."

The boys looked at her.

She smiled, sharp and amused. "You lot have been sizing each other up for years -- gym showers, footy trips, sneaky glances. You're all wondering: Who's actually got the biggest cock? Who's hiding something?"

No one said anything.

Sydney stood slowly and pulled her skirt just a little higher, showing off the full curve of her ass and those tight red panties, barely covering anything.

"Well?" she asked sweetly. "Don't you want to find out?"

⸻

Five cocks were soon out in the open, lined up around the coffee table like horny contestants in a depraved game show. Sydney sat cross-legged in front of them, a drink in hand, glowing with excitement.

Josh dropped his shorts first. Long, thick, circumcised, with a proud upward curve. Rock-hard already.

"Wow," Sydney murmured. "That's a very confident cock."

Marcus followed. Uncut, thick as hell, with a fat head that bulged through the foreskin. He stroked it lazily, oozing control.

"God," she said. "That's so macho. Foreskin really suits you."

Leo was next -- shorter, but thick, with a heavy uncut shaft that pulsed as he gripped it.

"Another uncut beast," she purred. "Love it. Feels like I'm watching the national finals."

Will hesitated but dropped his boxers. His cock was on the smaller side, cut, narrow, already flushed and twitching.

Timmy followed -- clearly nervous. His was even smaller -- thin, short, tightly circumcised, standing almost straight out.

Sydney took a long, slow sip of her drink. "Well, well. There's our bottom two."

Timmy turned crimson.

Will shot a panicked glance at him. "He's smaller, right?"

Sydney cocked an eyebrow. "Mmm... close call. Let's just say you're both bringing knives to a gunfight."

Marcus snorted. "And neither of you better finish last."

Leo grinned. "Imagine that. Smallest and slowest. Brutal."

Timmy pumped faster, jaw tight.

Will matched him stroke for stroke, veins bulging on his neck.

Josh took a step forward. "Alright, Sydney. You're the referee."

She gave a playful salute. "Cocks at the ready!"

The air was thick now -- the smell of sweat, precum, alcohol, testosterone, and the heat from five men competing for dominance under the hungry gaze of one very turned-on woman.

"Three... two... one... go!"

⸻

Josh set the pace -- confident, slow strokes, his big hand gliding over that thick shaft with ease. Marcus matched him, foreskin rolling rhythmically, looking dangerously close already.

Leo grunted, eyes locked on Sydney's thighs. Will and Timmy were frantic, already flushed, small cocks twitching desperately in their tight grips.

Sydney leaned back, spreading her knees slightly. The red panties were soaked now. She ran a finger along the elastic and purred.

"Come on, boys. Show me what you've got."

Josh let out a grunt, hips jerking -- first to come, thick ropes shooting across the SAO like icing on a terrible cake.

Sydney clapped. "Strong start. Very alpha."

Marcus wasn't far behind -- his fat shaft pulsed, and he came hard, spurting thick globs onto the other side.

Leo finished next, shorter bursts but powerful, his foreskin clinging to every pulse.

That left Will and Timmy -- red-faced, panicked, and still jerking.

"Shit," Timmy muttered. "Shitshitshit."

Will looked like he might cry. "C'mon...!"

Sydney stood and moved closer, bending slightly so they got a full view of her soaked panties.

"Who's it gonna be?" she whispered. "Little Timmy? Or Slightly-Less-Little Will?"

Will gasped -- and came, finally, dribbling a weak load onto the corner of the cracker.

Timmy came seconds later -- barely a few sad spurts, the smallest load of them all.

Silence.

Then Marcus pointed. "Last."

Josh laughed. "And smallest."

Leo grinned. "Double loss."

Timmy stared at the cracker in horror. "I can't... I'm not..."

But Sydney wasn't looking at the cracker anymore.

She was looking at him.

"You know what I love about this?" she said, slowly pacing in front of them. "It finally settles everything."

Josh raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"The pecking order," Sydney said gleefully. "We all know now."

She turned to Marcus. "Biggest cock in the house. Thick. Uncut. Fucking glorious."

To Josh: "Big, beautiful, and fast. Confident as hell."

Leo: "Brutish little cannon. Love it."

Will: "Cute. Tries hard. Almost didn't embarrass himself."

Then she looked at Timmy. Her smile widened.

"And you, sweetie... you're so adorable. Just a little pocket rocket."

Timmy swallowed. "I came before Will."

"True," she said. "But come on. Look at you. That little thing's barely legal."

The boys burst out laughing.

Will, slightly less humiliated now, patted Timmy's shoulder. "Still lost the war, man."

Then Sydney said the words that really made them freeze.

"I can't wait to tell the girls."

Marcus's head snapped up. "You're gonna tell people?"

"Oh, absolutely," Sydney said. "You think I'm keeping this info to myself? No way. This is gold."

Will groaned. "Come on..."

She counted off on her fingers. "Who's packing. Who's underdeveloped. Who's uncut. Who's fast. Who's got the cumshot of a god. The girls are gonna LOVE it."

Josh laughed. "You're turning this into a spreadsheet, aren't you?"

Sydney beamed. "Already building the categories in my head."

She turned back to Timmy, crouching so they were eye-level. "Don't worry, babe. There are girls who love small cocks. They just like to know what they're signing up for."

Timmy blushed hard.

"But Marcus?" she added. "You're about to have options."

Marcus grinned. "Guess I'll have to start screening DMs."

Sydney leaned back, running a hand through her hair. "God, I love science. And foreskin."

Josh raised his beer. "To sexual transparency."

Leo clinked his. "To foreskin supremacy."

Will raised his slowly. "To learning things I didn't want to learn."

Timmy sighed -- but still smiled. Maybe he was last... but he wasn't out.

And Sydney, watching him carefully, gave him one last wink.