NINETEEN
Triple Teamed
Teresa shrieked with excitement and surprise when I popped out from behind an obscuring hedge she was creeping toward, and launched my last water filled missile at her, the projectile hitting her squarely in the chest to explode with drenching results.
It was me versus the rest of my housemates in a battle to the soaked. I'd complained their proposed three to one advantage was unfair, but I was overruled with them claiming I could throw a balloon farther and more accurately than any of them. I'd made the mistake of playing soccer against Gregorio once, and while he'd made me look like a stumbling-drunk idiot, my years playing little league and high school baseball and football would serve me well in this game. There were no winners or losers in this fight, as there was no way to keep score, so I finally acquiesced to their united front.
The only thing I knew for certain was Teresa was a lot wetter than I was, even before my latest attack. She returned fire with her last balloon, but missed completely as I ducked to the side, the green, water filled container bursting harmlessly on the grass behind me.
We'd been playing the game for over an hour, stalking and chasing each other around the compound in our swimsuits as we heaved balloons at each other, with several short truces in the middle as we rearmed ourselves. Now I was sorry that we'd only bought one package of balloons. At the time of the purchase, I wasn't sure if my housemates would enjoy the game, and a hundred balloons seemed like a lot, but I was fresh out of ammo and there were no more balloons in the bag. Gregorio and Marta were working as a team, and when I'd last splashed them, they'd each had one balloon left after their counter barrage as I ducked back behind the shrub I'd been using for concealment and ran. Assuming they still had them, with no way to rearm, I was nothing but a target when they finally found me.
"You're hardly even wet," she pouted, but I could tell it was an act.
"You are."
She smiled as she began sauntering toward me. "In more ways than one," she purred as she reached between her legs to slowly caress her womanhood through her swimsuit.
It'd been more than two full days since I'd faced off against Víctor. I was mostly over being weirded out from my fight. I kept telling myself it was no different than the contact I'd had with other men when sharing Lori or fighting in the nude for Alison. When I was fighting for Alison's pleasure, or my previous fight with Víctor at Martos' compound, and the one after our match for that matter, the fight hadn't been sexual, at least for me, so that hadn't bothered me. Likewise, Lori had often rubbed my cock against another guy's member while sucking us, and that hadn't bothered me either, nor did I freak out if another guy's come happened to splash on me while we were fucking Lori or one of her friends. I kept telling myself this was no different, but it was. Every time in the past, the contact had been incidental while sharing a woman, or completely nonsexual when fighting. With Víctor, the contact was anything but incidental and nonsexual.
The thing that made my mind spin in ever tighter circles, was how turned on I'd become. Marta had been right, and getting mad had gotten me started, but then the anger had been replaced by the same need I had when I was deep in my lust, and was reaming out some chick with the intent of making her tap out. I'd always seen myself as strongly hetero, and I still felt that way. I had no sexual attraction to Gregorio, or any of the other men, but I was having trouble reconciling how turned on I'd been, and how I saw myself.
My housemates must have sensed I was struggling with what'd happened, and hadn't ridden me about it. We didn't avoid the subject, but when it came up in passing, they acted like it was the most natural thing in the world, and made no more issue of it than we did any of the other sexfights we'd been involved in. I supposed in this world of competitive fucking, it
was
normal.
The first night after the fight I was out of action, mostly because my cock and nipples were so fucking sore, but also because I was inside my head and couldn't seem to get out. The next day, we'd gone shopping, and that helped by giving me something else to think about. That night, I'd been invited to join in, but Gregorio had to handle both Marta and Teresa himself. I used the excuse that my cock and nipples were still a bit tender, which was true, but I left unsaid that I was also still trying to come to grips with what I'd done. I'd been fucking Teresa and Marta with Gregorio for months now, but for some reason, the thought of sharing a bed with him now left me feeling slightly... squicky, for the lack of a better word.
It wasn't Gregorio who was the problem, it was me, and I didn't want to do anything that might create friction between us. Now, after another good night's sleep, and staying out of my head most of the day, plus the distraction of having a spirited water-balloon fight, I felt like I was almost back to my old self.
The only thing that still gave me pause was, when thinking back to my fight with Víctor, and recalling how I'd overpowered his cock with mine, the memory kind of turned me on. I was making peace with myself over what happened, but the recollection turning me on made me wonder if Marta had been right when she'd predicted it was only a matter of time before I'd be fine with fucking another man. I mentally shook my head before I started down that rabbit hole again. I wasn't going to fight it, or push it. If I started finding men sexually appealing, then I'd deal with my feelings about it then.
As Teresa melted into me, I stopped thinking about my fight with Víctor. I picked her up and pulled her into a torrid kiss as she wrapped her arms and legs around me and began slowly humping my stomach. "Do I need to help you out of these wet clothes?" I rumbled as our lips slowly parted.
"Not yet," she murmured before she pulled my lips back to hers. "I like you making me wet," she continued softly as our kiss dissolved.
"I like making you wet."
She smiled as she squirmed in my arms, and I slowly let her slide down my body. I hadn't been hard when I flung the balloon at her, but I was now, a condition she noticed. "You got your head back in the game?"
I flashed a crooked smile. "Yeah, I think so."
"Good. You didn't do anything any of us haven't done ourselves. It's hard the first time, I remember, but it gets easier. Nobody cares or will judge you. It's all part of the competition." She glanced at my bulging swimsuit before cupping me with her hand. "I have to tell you, that was hot as hell... and I'm glad you shut that fucking Víctor up once and for all."
"I hope so. I don't know what his problem is with me."
She grinned. "Don't pretend you're stupid. You know why. He was top cock until you got here. He doesn't like that you're just as big as he is, that your
cock
is just as big, and that you can keep it up longer."
"Yeah, well... tough shit for him," I grumbled.
She chewed on her bottom lip a moment. "Gregorio is a good fuck, but he's better with men, and he can't handle both of us... not like you can. He tapped out last night before I was finished." She paused as she licked her lips slowly in the way women have that makes a man's blood run hot. "I think I should make sure you're alright and ready to compete. Voice wouldn't like it if you're not in peak form before the next tournament," she murmured as she began to sink lower, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair before tugging my swimsuit down to free my cock, the sunglasses perched on her head making her oh so sexy.
