All participants are over 18.
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"The most I've ever come in a single night is four times," Dylan said, doubting his friend's claim.
"I'm telling you I made him come six times in a three-hour period in one night." Anton said again. "I'd get him over here to tell you, but he says he's a straight boy like you, so he wouldn't appreciate me outing him with open discussion of our night together."
"So he was straight too?" Dylan laughed. "Now I'm really having a hard time believing you. Straight guys just can't get it up for gay guys, much less come for them six times. That's just the way it is."
"Maybe he wasn't as straight as he thought he was."
The two young men were on lunch break at work when the topic turned, as it often did, to sex. Dylan knew Anton was gay and Anton knew Dylan was straight... but Anton suspected that Dylan was more than just a little bi-curious. He was too interested in hearing about Anton's active sex life. And Anton liked nothing better than to turn out a straight boy. Today he thought he might have just the right lure to make a handsome catch.
Dylan laughed again. "It's easy to say that when you have a convenient excuse to hide the identity of your subject."
"Well, not that I have anything to prove," Anton said. "But if you doubt my word, I take that as a challenge to prove myself."
"So how are you going to prove it?"
"How would you suggest?"
"I'm not going to watch you blow a guy six times to prove it."
"No, as you are the challenging party, I'd have to prove it on you."
Dylan laughed with less certainty. "But I'm not gay."
"That's what the other guy said, remember? Besides you don't have to be gay to enjoy a blowjob. And to beat my record, I'm putting it on the line that I could make you come seven times."
"Just suppose I agreed to this, what happens if I win and you can't make me come seven times?"
"Then I'm at your service for say, a week. I'll cook your meals and do your laundry and clean your apartment."
Dylan laughed genuinely. "That would be awesome!"
"But if I win, you're at my service for a week."
"I'll think about it," said Dylan.
"No," Anton said. "It's a limited time offer. I can fill my nights with other activities than just proving myself to you. Accept now... or decline if you have something better to do than blowing your load seven times tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Tonight."
It was agreed and Dylan knew that he was going to win every way. Free blowjobs for the evening and then an unpaid housekeeper for a week. Life would be good. Bragging rights over Anton would be even better.
Anton acted like he was more concerned, and stuck to Dylan the rest of the day.
"I'm making sure you don't rub one out ahead of time to spoil the results tonight."
"So you are worried," Dylan laughed.
Anton let him think so.
They arrived at Dylan's apartment shortly after six.
By six-thirty, Anton was describing the perfect blow job and five minutes after that Dylan had a boner putting a tent in the front of his trousers.
It was Anton's turn to laugh. "A gay guy can't make a straight guy hard, huh?"
Dylan's confidence was a little shaken, but there was no reason to think his reaction to Anton's sexy talk would make him lose.
"Since you're ready, let's whip it out and get this show started."
Dylan shyly opened his fly and let his cock unfurl. Anton wasn't disappointed. He got down on his knees before his friend, took the tool in his mouth and began to lick and nuzzle at it before sucking it into his mouth and properly blowing him. Anton rocked back and forth on his knees and hind legs as he treated the beautiful organ to a feast for its senses.
Dylan felt a heat building in the end of his cock and then he emptied his balls into Anton's mouth. The gay man continued to lick and clean Dylan's cock.
When he was done, he leaned back and gargled the jism in his mouth before swallowing it. Looking down at that made Dylan hot all over again.
"I think we can agree that that was number one."
Before Dylan could go soft, Anton was back on his cock again, sucking vigorously and ramping up his friend's flagging arousal. A minute later, Dylan flexed his hips against the kneeling man's mouth and unloaded another great wad of semen into Anton's mouth.
"Two," said Anton. This time the gay man let his supposedly straight friend come down from his orgasm.
Dylan pulled up his pants and went out to his living room and sat on the couch, catching his breath. Anton was in his mind. He knew Dylan was a bit upset that he had been so powerfully aroused by the action of a gay man upon his person.
"It's okay, Dylan," Anton said. "It doesn't mean anything. It didn't mean anything those two times and it won't the next five times I make you come."
Anton sat down on the couch beside Dylan. "Let me show you what little difference it makes." Anton kissed Dylan passionately on the lips. Dylan resisted at first and then began to lean into the kiss, eventually opening his mouth to accept Anton's tongue and intertwining it with his own. Dylan was so distracted with the kiss that he hadn't noticed Anton unleashing his cock once more until the gay man was stroking it with his hand and fingers. It felt so good that Dylan couldn't break the kiss until he groaned in a third orgasm. This time he wore his own jizz all over himself.
"Let's get you out of these dirty clothes." Dylan was a silent witness to his own undressing. He seemed to be lost in disbelief that he had already come three times in half-an-hour with hours remaining for Anton to make him come just four more times.
