Gayme Night

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

"Shoot him! Shoot him!" Aidan points at the screen where some guys from another squad are firing at us from a hill. He smacks Scott on the arm. "Bro! Hurry up and revive me. I'm on your six!" 

"I don't know what that means! Where the hell is that?" Scott huffs, frantically hitting buttons to try to build walls in front of us so we don't get creamed.  

"It means I'm behind you, dumbass!" Aidan groans when one player hits us with a pumpkin grenade launcher, blowing us up. "And we're dead. You guys suck more than usual tonight." 

"Dude, relax. It's just Fortnite. We'll just load up another match," I chuckle, already clicking so we can go another round. It's been like this since we were fourteen years old when the three of us first met during tryouts for our high school track team. Ever since then, we've been best friends who--at a minimum--get together once a month for a game night at one of our houses.  

We probably could be doing something else, like going out to parties, now that we're all eighteen, but the tradition of game night is sacred. And considering we're all going to different colleges once we graduate, it's nice to just chill with your bros.  

"Whatever," Aidan mutters, clearly still salty about losing. "I gotta take a leak." He gets up from the leather couch in my basement and heads to the bathroom on the other end of the large room.  

That reminds me. "Hurry up. I gotta go too," I call out just as he reaches the door.  

He turns around and shoots me a cheeky wink. "You're more than welcome to join, Danny." 

Heat warms my cheeks, and Scott just shrugs, getting up from the couch. "I have to go, too." 

I trail after them, and we all squeeze into the small bathroom that my dad built for me to use when he converted the basement into my personal boy cave when I turned thirteen. Aidan pulls down his shorts, letting his cock flop out, which is just as pale as the rest of him. Despite the fact that we go running in the hot sun all the time, the only colors on his body are the freckles that pepper his chest and the neat bush of red curls at the base of his dick that match the copper red hair on his head.  

Scott pulls down his shorts too, low enough that his balls hang out, revealing a thick cock with neatly trimmed brown pubes. A steady stream of piss erupts from them and I quickly pull mine out and let loose to catch up. Our streams mix together and hit the water, creating a sound much louder than usual. To be honest, this is par for the course with us. The three of us go on long runs with each other often enough that we've all pissed on the same tree together more times than we can count--but there's something different about doing it indoors.  

Scott's phone chimes and he fishes it out of his pocket while holding his dick with one hand, his eyes widening as he looks at the message. "Guys," he moans, his dick getting hard. "Look at this!" He turns the phone around mid-stream to show us a picture of Ariana, the girl he's been flirting with for the past couple of weeks. Except this isn't just some normal selfie of her. It's a selfie of her with her top off, posing seductively with one arm pressing up her already perky boobs.  

"That's fucking hot," Aidan says. "You gonna send something back?"

Our streams stop one after the other, and I flush the toilet while they take turns washing their hands. I wash mine quickly and follow them back to the couch. Scott paces in front of us, still obviously hard given the bulge in his shorts. He stops to stare at us. "Do you think I should?"

Aidan scoffs. "Uh, duh, dude. If the chick you're talking to sends a pic like that, that means she wants something back." 

Scott nods like Aidan just dropped some sage advice. "Okay, but I don't have any dick pics."

"So take some," Aidan replies.  

"Okay," Scott says simply, and pushes down his shorts and underwear, letting his hard cock hang out.  

"Dude!" I laugh, pretending to shield my eyes even though I can clearly see his thick shaft pointing right at me. His dick isn't super long, but it's thick enough that it puts mine to shame.  

"What?" He shrugs and steps out of his shorts and undies, kicking them to the side. "Gotta send a pic now, otherwise she'll think I'm not interested." He takes a selfie with his phone angled down and shows us. His dick is clearly in the shot, but his t-shirt is awkwardly dangling in the way and the lighting isn't great either.  

Aidan and I look at each other and shake our heads. "Nah," we say at the same time. We tell Scott to sit on the couch and have him go through various poses while Aidan snaps some photos. Scott ends up not liking any of them and goes soft.  

"Dude." Aidan looks up at Scott with a frown. "Maybe it's just ugly. Cause I take great pics and none of these look good." 

"Hey!" Scott flops his dick around, making it do the helicopter, but still doesn't get hard. "No dick shaming on game night! I think I need some help, or inspiration." 

Aidan gives me a look and gestures obscenely towards Scott's dick. "Oh, hell no," I tell him. "I am not touching that thing." 

"I know!" Scott grabs my phone with the same hand he was just using to touch his cock and starts air playing porn on the TV. Loud moans fill the room as two college guys fuck a sorority girl at the same time.

"Yo," Aidan says, looking at Scott. "You got that up way too fast." 

Scott smirks. "I'm just playing what Danny had open on his phone." 

Aidan winks at me again. "Kinky. Now help a bro out and get him hard."

Resignation washes over me as I plop down next to Scott and wrap my hand around his dick.  

I can't believe I'm doing this.  

His cock is rock solid in my fist and I can feel his pulse quicken through the thick vein running along the bottom of his shaft. It's warm and so much bigger than mine that I can barely close my fingers around it. Scott groans low, head falling back against the headrest of the couch.  

I stroke Scott once, twice, three times, and then he grabs my wrist, holding me there. "Okay, I need you to stop, otherwise I'm gonna come." 

I let got of his dick and Aidan snickers. "You're such a virgin. I can't believe you'd come just from that." 

Scott glares at him and snaps, "Just take the damn picture." He takes several more, and Scott finally lands on one that he likes. It frames his dick perfectly, showing off the cut head and a bead of precum glistening on the tip. "Perfect." With a few taps on his phone, he sends it off to Ariana with a satisfied smile.  

Aidan stands and his shorts are tented, drawing my attention away from the dick I was just touching. "Uh, you guys mind if I take care of this?" he asks, gesturing at his situation.  

"Go for it, bro," Scott says, looking at the TV that's still playing my favorite video.  

Aidan shoves his shorts down, pulls off his shirt, and sits on the other side of me, leaving me squished between my two naked best friends. He points at me. "You might want to take care of that, too." 

I look down to see that my shorts are beyond stretched out. I'd been so distracted by Scott's dick that I didn't realize how hard I am. Pushing my shorts down to my thighs, I mutter, "This is the weirdest game night ever." 

Neither of them respond, but they're both looking at me as I take my cock into my hand and start stroking slowly, using my precum to make my fist glide. I try to watch the video, but my eyes keep wandering, subtly watching my best friends stroke themselves like this is normal.  

Then, Aidan reaches into my lap and pushes my hand off, taking my dick into his hand. I moan at the sensation of a man touching my cock for the first time. I've gotten handjobs from girls I've dated, but their hands were soft and small. Aidan's hand is large and firm, slightly callused from lifting weights.  

I reach across and take his cock into my left hand while I take Scott's dick back into my right. Aidan works my cock with expertise, using long, slow strokes from base to tip. His palm rubs over the head before using his thumb to tease my slit and spread precum in slow circles around the crown.  

Meanwhile, Scott takes my balls and gently rolls them between his fingers, tugging and squeezing them. Pressure mounts deep in my stomach, and it spurs me to keep stroking them, wanting them to come undone at the same time as me.  

The video ends, and while the next one loads up, the only sounds in the room are of the three of us, panting, gasping, and moaning at what we're doing to each other. Just as the next video starts, the dam bursts and my hips buck up into the air, my back arching off the couch into an explosion of hot-white pleasure. Cum erupts from my cock in large spurts that land on my t-shirt.  

When I finally come back down from my orgasmic high, I stroke my friends hard and fast, pushing both of them over the edge at the same time. I can feel their cocks expand and pulse in my fists as they both moan loudly and come all over themselves, drenching their bare chests.  

We finally let go of each other, and Aidan gathers some of his cum from his stomach with two fingers, bringing it close to my face. "Hey, Danny, I dare you to eat this." 

I laugh and shove his hand away. "You wish." 

He gets a look on his face and says, "Okay, how about this? We play another round of Fortnite. This time we do one v. one and whoever loses has to suck the other guy off. And then the winner of that round has to play the remaining guy for the same terms." 

Scott and I share a look, shrugging. "Bring it on."