The Cumpetition - Part 2 (Patreon)

I have some lovey-dovey stuff in the pipeline for Valentines Day, for all you romance lovers, including the finale of Roman! 

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Part 2 of 2

It started with a squeeze. Just enough to get the blood flowing as the sound of pens scratching and pages turning filled the classroom. He was sweating. It was a nervous sweat that made him feel clammy and uncomfortable, but he was desperate for this. If he could pull it off, right here in school, right here under Mr. Manny’s nose, he’d surely top the leader board.

Aran had gotten the message two minutes ago. That left him with eight minutes to finish, and the task seemed almost impossible as the teacher paced back and forth at the top of the room, glaring down at anybody who wasn’t working.

He stole another glance either side of himself and with one nervous breath, Aran pulled his hard cock from the zipper of his pants and pushed it between his legs. His heart pounded inside his chest as he waited for someone to notice. What would happen if they did? Would he be expelled? Arrested? He couldn’t think of that now. This should have been the most terrifying thing he’d ever done, yet once again, his cock defied him. He was already leaking pre-cum onto the floor below, and the excitement rushed through him with each quiet, gentle stroke.

With his free hand, Aran began to record. He aimed the camera around the room, eager to showcase how very brave and stupid he was being. He continued pumping himself softly. Any swift movements would surely draw the attention of the people around him, or worse yet, Mr. Manny.

His breathing became more laboured as his wet cock swelled further. He could just about make out the sloshing sounds where his pre began to squelch in his palm, and he had to slow down before it got too loud.

It was going to take quite a while. He’d already emptied himself earlier in the morning, which was another exciting, albeit nerve wracking ordeal, but to do it now, in a situation such as this, felt almost impossible.

“Turn to page eleven” Mr. Manny ordered, and Aran froze with his cock in his hand as everybody obeyed.

He looked either side. Still, nobody had noticed the young man jerking off in the middle of the classroom, and so he followed along and turned the page.

“Aran, can you read aloud please?” The man asked, and every muscle in his body tensed up.

He considered refusing, but that would only draw more attention to him. His cock was still hard, the camera was still rolling, and if anybody turned to face him, they’d see everything.

“A… As the Revolutionary War formally launched” Aran croaked, deciding that his only hope was to read and wank as fast as he could. “Washington’s forces drove the British army out in March 1776”.

His voice shook slightly as he spoke, but he didn’t care about that now. Almost against his will, his hand figged away at his desperate cock, and with each word he read, he came closer and closer to orgasm.

“Though Spain did not formally ally with the Americans” Aran eventually finished, in more ways than one.

As the passage came to an end, ribbons of watery cum shot out from the end of his swollen cock. It splashed against the back of the chair in front of him, and he squirmed as he watched it drip onto Mark Lumley’s jumper. More of it spilled to the floor, and before he had a chance to fix himself, Mr. Manny was standing over him.

“Is there a problem, Aran?” He asked sternly, eyeing the young man who had turned violently red.

“N… No sir” he managed, painfully aware that his cock remained hanging out of his zipper. “Just um… Just feeling a little sick”.

All Mr. Manny had to do was either look at the back of Mark’s chair, or take a step backwards and see Aran’s deflated, drooling cock. Thankfully, he did neither.

As the man walked away, Aran almost laughed. He grabbed himself, began to stuff his cock back inside his pants, and then froze when he saw Garreth Delaney gawping at him from across the room.

Garreth was nineteen, and someone that Aran had barely even noticed before. He was one of the nerds, and not the type of guy he’d be caught dead with, but much to his horror, Garreth had seen everything.

The wiry young man’s eyes moved from Aran’s crotch to his face. He looked almost excited, but Aran swallowed a lump in his throat and returned his gaze toward Mr. Manny. Perhaps he could convince the geek that he was imagining things.

As the class continued, Garreth repeatedly glanced back over his shoulder at Aran who was now halfway down his chair, mortified. By the time the bell rang, the young man was ready to sprint down the hallway, and as he did, he felt his phone vibrate.

Nice work, Aran. You scored 921 points out of 1000. You’re 8th on the leaderboard.

He almost fist pumped, until he remembered where he was. Aran wasn’t sure how many more tasks he’d have to do, but he was getting closer and closer to the top spot with each one.

By lunchtime, he had almost managed to put the events from history class to the back of his mind. He sat with his usual friends until once again, his phone buzzed.

It’s time for your fourth submission: Jerk someone else off. You have thirty minutes.

Aran read the message twice, then a third time. It was surely a joke? He wasn’t gay, nor was he about to try to force himself to be, either. There was simply no way he’d stoop that low for a stupid competition, even if he really did need the money. He sighed and rubbed his head. He’d gotten so far, and now it was over.

Another vibration. Another message.

Triple points for those who submit their task within fifteen minutes. This is the final submission.

“Fuck!” He spat, and a few of his friends looked around at him. He excused himself and stood up.

It wasn’t fair! He’d done every task so far, and he was so close to the top that he could almost see the cash. If he didn’t do this one, he’d lose. If he did do it, then he had the chance to get triple points which would surely put him in first place. As nauseating as the idea was, Aran found himself looking around at the cafeteria of students.

He wasn’t sure which guys were gay. He wasn’t even sure if there were any gay guys in the place, and even if there were, could he really bring himself to jerk one off? He squirmed, and a moment later, Garreth appeared in front of him.

“Do you wanna jerk each other off in the restrooms?” He asked simply, and Aran gawped at him. “I’m playing, too” he confessed, “and we don’t have time to go back and forth, so yes or no?”

He’d never spoken a word to the guy before, and now this was their conversation. He groaned and ran his hand through his hair, but the clock was ticking and he had very little choice.

“Fine” he eventually sighed, and the two of them hurried toward the toilets on the old wing of the school.

“Don’t say a word of this to anyone” Aran warned, but Garreth simply scoffed and continued marching forward.

The toilets were mostly unused. They were part of the old building which rarely saw any traffic, so when the two students stepped inside, Garreth locked the door and immediately took out his phone.

Aran mimicked him, setting his phone next to Garreth’s on the sink, both of them aimed at the two young men. Garreth began fumbling with his zipper, and Aran grimaced as he did the same.

“I never want to hear about this ever again, got it?” He continued, in an effort to remain as straight as possible.

“You and me both” Garreth said back, and Aran scowled.

Both of their pants fell to their ankles. Garreth wore a pair of drab tighty-whities which didn’t surprise Aran in the least, and Aran wore his boxer briefs. The idea of being jerked off by a guy, and in turn, jerking off a guy, made him feel sick, but they were running out of time.

“Take it out then!” He barked, and Garreth glared at him and dragged the front of his briefs down, revealing a cock that was surprisingly large.

Aran felt a punch of jealousy as he released his own dick, and the two of them stared at each other.

“On the count of three” Garreth said, and Aran gulped and nodded. “One… Two… Three”.

They both reached out reluctantly. Aran felt Garreth’s fingers wrap around his cock, and felt the warmth of the cock in his hand, too. If anybody were to see this, his life would be over.

It was like an instinct. As much as he didn’t want to be good at jerking guys off, it was ingrained into him. He had a cock, so he knew what felt good, and as the two teens began to stroke each other, he could feel Garreth’s skill, too.

“Don’t fucking moan” he growled, as the young man let out a noise.

“Fuck you, man” he spat back, squeezing Aran’s cock and making him moan.

They both continued in silence as best they could, but the pleasure rushing through them was almost too much to handle as their cocks became wet with pre and their balls tightened up.

Aran glanced over at the clock. They had less than a minute to go, and he was determined to cum within that time frame. He imagined it was a woman in front of him rather than a nerdy guy. He pictured her as much as he could, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the fact that the cock in his hand belonged to a guy!

“Thirty seconds” Garreth grunted, and the two of them sped up.

The seconds counted down, and just as it reached the last ten, Aran let out a groan and a measly spurt of clear cum shot from his cumslit and splashed against Garreth’s wrist.

Garreth moaned out, and with five seconds left, an explosion of thick, heavy sperm gushed from his large cock head and poured down Aran’s shirt. He watched as each cum shot drilled toward him and soaked into his clothing, and grimaced as he pulled away.

“You idiot” he growled, immediately wiping the stuff off him with toilet paper.

Garreth waddled toward the sink with his pants still down and grabbed his phone. When Aran was finished mopping cum from himself, he did the same, and the two of them waited patiently as the videos uploaded.

It took almost five minutes for them both to receive their scores.

Nice work Aran. You scored 900 points out of 1000. You receive triple points for a total of 2700 points, putting you 2nd on the leaderboard!

His stomach sank as he read the words. After everything, he’d still come up short. He closed his eyes, sighed loudly and reached for his pants.

“Yes!” Garreth grinned, “I won again”.

Aran’s eyes widened as he gawped at the young man. He hadn’t even considered that Garreth was in the running for first place.

“Again!?” He spat, staring hard.

“Yeah” he shrugged, “I do this every couple of months for the extra cash”.

Aran wanted to punch him. He closed his pants, shook his head angrily and marched toward the door before Garreth called him back. He swung around, ready to lash out at him, but the young man was grinning from ear to ear.

“I can give you my winnings” he said, “but you’ll have to work for them”.

Aran’s eyes lit up. He walked back over to him, ready to thank him, until Garreth nodded to the floor. “You can start by getting on your knees”.

As the realisation set in, Aran rolled his eyes. He’d never go out drinking with friends ever again.