Upping the Stakes, Pt II

Read Pt I here 

Our other roommate Adam brought home donuts the next morning that he’d scored from some student group meeting. I had a cream-filled one and when my upper lip and chin got covered in white icing, Jake couldn’t resist.

“Looks familiar,” he said, and I nearly choked on the bite.

“What do you mean?” Adam said, oblivious to the last.

“Round two?” Jake said that night when we went to jack off again, our usual pre-bedtime cock-pumping session. “Clear the board and start fresh?”

“Sure thing man,” I said. Part of me wanted to suggest just skipping the competition altogether, and cut out the anticipation of a week’s worth of load-distance tracking before we got the chance to blast cum on each other’s face. But it seemed safer to go with the rules.
So he won that night, and I won the next. 

“Neck and neck,” I said as we cleaned up that round.

“Yeah, meaning your neck’s gonna be dripping with my cum on Saturday,” he said. 

“What if you do end up losing again? Won’t you be pissed?” I said.

“Rules are rules,” he said.

But when Jake’s second spurt cleared the table edge that Friday, I knew I’d be the one getting a face full of his cum the next day. 

“Looks like your number’s up, bro,” Jake said. I just shrugged. There was some relief in knowing it was my turn. And I was curious. No, I was excited. 

But we didn’t even end up waiting till Saturday. It started snowing that morning and by mid-afternoon we had two feet of snow on the ground and classes were canceled. What else was there to do but jack off again?

“Ready to take one for the team?” Jake said when it became clear that we were just sitting around not jacking off.

“Fuck it,” I said. “You came this morning so maybe it’ll be a small load.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Jake said, and I knew he was right. 

There was an extra charge to our bate session that day, knowing my fate was sealed. Or maybe it was the weather. Adam was stranded at his girlfriend’s house so we had the place to ourselves; we turned up the volume on the porn and got naked and settled in for a serious session.

“What is it about cumming on someone’s face that’s so hot?” Jake said as we whacked our meat to the usual visuals, this time a MILF sucking her way through a parade of cocks and waiting to get her face coated.

“I think it’s just, like, using someone in that way. Making them into your cum receptacle.”

“Is that how you thought of me when you did it? Your ‘cum receptacle’?” Jake said, smiling over at me, his thick meat pumping in and out of his fist. 

“Well, yeah. Kinda,” I said, taking in his handsome face and remembering how satisfying it had been to blast on it, to see my cum dripping off his strong, stubbly jaw. 

“Well, it did kinda feel like that,” Jake said.

“Guess I’ll know soon enough,” I said, and Jake winked at me.

About an hour in Jake announced he was close.

“Fuck. Okay,” I said.

“Assume the position,” Jake said. With a sigh that was maybe too performative I went around to his side and knelt down.

Like I said, Jake’s a good-looking guy. He works out a lot and has some hair on his chest, unlike me. He has this Clark Kent vibe and girls are always hitting on him. In that moment…I don’t know. It felt kind of special that I was there on my knees, being the one to take his load on my face. Just that we were comfortable enough with each other to do it; like it bonded us.

I wondered how I must look to him. I’m a good-looking guy, too; just in a different way from Jake. I have blonde hair and sorta delicate features. My ex-girlfriend said I looked like the cutest member of a boy band. I wondered if that was doing anything for Jake, if he was imagining I was some hot girl he could cover in cum.

“Close your mouth if you don’t wanna swallow,” Jake said. 

“Just give me a warning,” I said, still slow-jacking my own dick. I knew I should close my eyes but I was getting off on looking up at him, his handsome face, nice body and of course hard dick, which was pulsing and red and clearly close to popping off.

“Get ready man. Here it comes,” he said. I closed my eyes and pursed my lips. “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” Jake said. I felt him step closer to me. I could smell the Eucerin hand cream we use to jack off, but also the him underneath it. 

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Fuck!” he said, and I felt the first shot land on my forehead. The next one landed in my hair, though. “Fuck! Sorry dude…oh my god…” he said, and more came, directed right at my face. I panicked a little when I felt it hit my eyelids. Then my lips. Cum started dripping from my forehead down the bridge of my nose. “Dude…holy shit, take it, take my fucking load on your face you bitch,” Jake said as he emptied his balls, shots that landed on my cheeks and forehead and sent more dripping down my lips and chin. 

I felt a few drops hit me as he shook off his dick, his breathing slowing. 

I was still whacking at my dick. “Go ahead and cum, dude,” Jake said. But I didn’t know if I could cum, so I started reaching around for the towel. “Ah okay, sorry,” Jake said, and I felt the towel land against my leg. It was the same one he’d used to clean me off, and I felt its crustiness as I wiped it against my face. 

I’d been planning on taking a taste, like Jake had. After he’d shot, though, I changed my mind. But just as I was about to swipe the towel against my lips, I changed my mind again and stuck my tongue out for a taste.

Jake noticed it. “Nice, dude,” he said. “How do I taste?”

“Nasty. Like your personality,” I said. 

“Bullshit, my cum is like candy,” Jake said. I tossed the towel to the side and stood. My boner was lolling around.

“Dude, you should cum,” Jake said. But the moment had passed. 

There was a charged feeling between us that whole night. We watched a couple movies. I was so horny. I felt like I could still feel his load on my face, even though I’d washed off with soap. I kept licking my lips to see if I could taste him. 

Then we were in bed and I was tossing and turning. 
“Dude,” Jake said, cause I was making so much noise. “You need to cum.” 
“Yeah,” I said.

“Don’t let me stop you, bro,” Jake said from his bed. “Put porn on if you want.”

“I think I’ll be good,” I said, taking my cock out and getting some spit on my palm to lube up. My mind kept flashing to the sight of Jake standing over me, the feeling of his cum hitting my lips. I realized he was jacking off, too. Then, after a while of us quietly jacking ourselves, he spoke up from across the dark room.

“You can blast on my face again if you want,” he said in a quiet voice that I could tell was thick with horniness. “Would be like a freebie. Just if it helps you get off or whatever.”

I hesitated just a moment. “Okay,” I said. We both got out of bed. He was naked and hard, like me, and he knelt in the middle of the floor. I came over to him and jacked while I looked at his upturned face, barely visible in the secondhand light from the streetlights outside. 

Freebie or no, this was us cumming on each other’s faces because we liked to do it. I was close and it didn’t take long. He jacked while I got close. Then, I warned him, and let loose. 
It was a significantly big load and my aim was true. As I blasted his face full of cum he shot all over the floor between my feet. Just before I tossed him the towel he made a point of licking his lips. That made my heart flip a little.

“Thanks man,” I said as I got back in bed.

“It’s nothing,” he said as he wiped the remnants off his face. 

But it wasn’t nothing, it was our thing, and it was fueling our jack-off sessions. And after a couple days of drawing it out like we had been, a week began to seem too long. We were playing a lot of Mario Kart, so we changed the rules to just winning that and using it to decide who’d get a facial. Both of us were pretty good at that game, so I got just about as many loads of cum on my face as he did. We always made a point of tasting it. 

This one day, though, we were neck-and-neck and drawing it out. He would win, then I would, and it kept going like that, playing Mario Kart as we tweaked our cocks under our sweatpants. 

“We need a way to up the stakes,” I said.

“Yeah we do,” Jake said. “Clearly neither of us mind getting a face full of jizz.”

“I even think you enjoy it sometimes,” I said.

“Fuck off,” Jake said teasingly. “I know that you enjoy it. And fuck it, I do too. Sometimes I see you around campus and I think, ‘I just blasted a huge load on his face yesterday…’” We kept our eyes on the game. “So what were you thinking?”

“Loser has to keep his mouth open,” I said, spitting it out before I lost my nerve.

“Oh damn,” Jake said. “Well…if that were the case, and I were to win - I’d aim for your fucking mouth, dude.” 

“So be it,” I said, shrugging. “It’s not like we don’t make a point of tasting it anyway.”

“Yeah but that’s not a mouthful of cum,” he said. 

“We wouldn’t have to swallow or some shit. Plus your aim sucks,” I said.

“Well then you’re on, fucker,” Jake said, just as he rounded the finish line ahead of me. “You’re paying up now?” he said, tossing his controller to the side and hoisting his package in his hand. 

“I didn’t mean right now,” I said.

“No time like the present,” Jake said. I could see he was getting hard. Which always made me hard. And I couldn’t think of a reason not to.

So we put on the porn and my fate was sealed. We chose a scene specifically because it was this chick swallowing multiple loads. She really swallows, too - like, the little bit of cum that doesn’t land in her open mouth is all you ever see, the rest disappears down her throat.

“Close, dude,” Jake said, looking over at me. 

“Fuck. Okay,” I said, and got in position at his feet. I turned my face up to him, wondering if I could handle it or if I’d close my mouth and chicken out. 

“Bro…I’m gonna cum…oh fuck,” Jake said, and I opened my mouth and braced myself. The first shot hit my tongue. The next one went right into my throat. I swallowed, by reflex - like, otherwise I would have choked. “Oh my god dude, oh my god,” Jake said, in reaction to me swallowing. I opened my mouth again and Jake got a few more shot onto my tongue. That was honestly the hardest part, having a mouthful of cum. Part of me just wanted to swallow it, but it hadn’t been part of the deal and I felt self-conscious about what I’d swallowed already. So I stuck out my tongue and let the jizz pooled there run down my chin and neck. 

Jake was so turned on. “Holy fuck, holy fuck,” he kept saying, and as his orgasm tapered off I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me with something like reverence.

“Dude. Oh my god,” he said as he sat back on his desk chair. I reached for our cleaner towel. “Did you swallow some?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It was either that or drown.”

“Fuck that turned me on,” Jake said. 

“Good,” I said. “That’s the point.” Not wanting to say: it turned me on, too.

“Then I’ll go next. Whether I win or not. Seems only fair, right?” he said. 

He took his turn later that night. We kept the lights off for that session. He looked good as he knelt before me in the dim, shifting light of the TV. I loved it: coating his handsome features with cum, kind of ruining how good-looking he was, or at least temporarily marking it. 

I aimed for his mouth as best I could. He started cumming the moment the first shot hit his tongue. I got most of my load into his mouth, and just when I thought he was going to let it run out like I had, he closed his mouth and swallowed it all.

“Dude,” I said.

“Whoa,” he said, stumbling to get off his knees. “That was a lot.”

“You didn’t have to swallow it all,” I said.

He shrugged, smirking at me as he wiped his chin off with his fingers. He looked at his fingers and then, just to shock me more, licked them clean. 

“I like the taste of your cum. There. I said it.”

“You’re crazy, dude,” he said. Thinking: the only reason I’m not agreeing is cause he’s got more balls than me.

“It’s the kinkiness of it, I guess,” he said as he pulled on his sweatpants. “We fantasize about girls doing it for us, all the time. Why shouldn’t we? You’re my bro, and you have sweet cum,” he said, and slapped me on the shoulder.

“Well, thanks,” I said. “You’re welcome to swallow all my loads…”

“I didn’t say that,” Jake said. But like a lot of what we said to each other, the meaning had been there, obscured under a joke. Of course he was going to start swallowing all my cum. Of course I was going to do the same for him. It was just how things were going.