It started off as a dull dreary day; I was unenthusiastically restocking shelves when Aeryn and Jack walked in. That's to say Aeryn AND Jack together, as a pair. I shook my head smiling to myself; Aeryn was famed for her speedy changeover rate when it came to boyfriends. She'd try one for a while, get bored, and without a thought or worry, dismiss him and find another. And it wasn't hard for her to find a replacement either; Aeryn was beautiful, stunning, wealthy, smart, sexy, tall, glamorous, etc. and onwards. Not to mention she was pretty kinky as well and her sexual tastes changed as frequently as her lovers. Last I heard was that she was dating two guys simultaneously, both wealthy, well-off, and (from what I heard), well-endowed as well. Trading the pair of them for Jack was like swapping a Corvette and a Ferrari for a Pinto.
In my mind, Jack was a few shorts steps from being considered a loser; frequently, but not perpetually unemployed, he shaved when he felt like it, and (again, from what I'd heard) not packing too much in the trouser department. The store was pretty quiet and I could afford a few minutes of downtime. I smiled as I walked over, "Hey guys, what's up? Trying for something new?" This last comment was directed at Aeryn.
Jack looked confused but Aeryn treated me to an award-winning smile, "Sort of yes actually. Jack here has attested that he could trump any guy I could find in a cockfight," getting straight to the chase Aeryn smiled at me. Jack's eyes widened at the mention of the word 'cock-fight' and looked around worriedly in case of eavesdroppers, but Aeryn carried on regardless, "And I immediately thought of you since you certainly count as 'any guy'. So what do you say?" Well that was an unexpected twist to my day. Still somewhat in shock, I pretended to mull the idea to buy for time and noticed that Jack was now frowning at me, looking less than pleased with the turn of events but still he kept quiet. Alongside him, Aeryn continued smiling amusedly, like someone hiding a fifth ace. I had to admit that I was intrigued (cockfighting had been an interesting, but elusive topic of interest) and there wasn't anything to lose (not against someone like Jack anyway) though... was there anything to gain?
"Hold on a sec," I put on my best poker face, "Am I to understand that to the victor, the spoils, i.e. you?"
She looked taken back, "Oh no, not like that," Ha! I knew it. "Both of you get to fuck me. The winner just gets first go," Ha! I... wait, what? "The loser has to settle for 'sloppy seconds' if he can still get it up." She flicked her hair and looked at me with a triumphant look as she laid down an ace of spades.
I felt like I'd found out I was playing Old Maid at the International Poker Championship. I rallied poorly, "Oh, well, sure thing then. Count me in."
She'd knocked me off balance and she knew it. I thought the ace was enough, but she gave me another smile that hinted at an entire deck at her disposal. "Great, then I'll see you Saturday, my place, two pm; I look forward to seeing you," and giving me a final smirk while Jack scowled, they left as quickly as they came, leaving me standing their bewildered. It was strange how he never said anything, he was always known for being loud and a little on the obnoxious side but he hadn't said a single word all throughout. It was quite a change from his normal demeanor and I figured that she'd trained him well.
I smiled, "Saturday at two eh? I'll see you there."
With the event on the weekend's horizon, Saturday arrived in record time, and as did I, showing up at 1:30. I wasn't going to let BPT become my excuse. I hung around outside admiring the house for a few minutes before going up to the front door and knocking tentatively. I waited for a few minutes more before realizing that this was no way to make an entrance. Squaring my shoulders I was about to give a louder confident knock before noticing the little sign pinned to the door handle, 'A.C's on, please use doorbell.' Deflated, I rang the doorbell and a voice yelled, 'Coming!' from upstairs. Moments later Aeryn answered the door, smiling and looking stunning.
She'd pulled her long wavy brown hair back into a ponytail and was holding a drink in one hand. It was only after distracting itself with the inconsequential that my mind felt confident to notice what she was wearing. It wasn't that bad; just a red and black smoking hot two piece bikini that framed her sweet and shapely C-Cup tits in a way that would easily steal the spotlight from another pair twice her size. And then there were the bottoms which might have been called a thong or just as easily, could have been called floss with a bit of color to it. The front strip of fabric barely covered her snatch, and what it did cover, it clung to tightly leaving next to nothing for the imagination to do. As she turned to begin leading me into the house the view only improved. Rather than clothing covering skin, skin covered clothing and the minuscule, almost microscopic monofilament material was all but absorbed between her toned ass cheeks, shaping it much in the same way that her top did wonders for her tits. The overall effect of her two-piece hot-wired my libido and had my erection revved and ready for anything in ten seconds flat... So yeah; not that bad looking.
Aeryn happily soaked in the attention as I got an eyeful and so much more as the image was etched into my mind in red hot ink. I could have trailed after her all day, ravishing her body with my eyes, but some surviving section of sense reminded me that there was a greater prize to be gained. I followed her though the house, then upstairs, then down a hallway, and finally into her room where Jack was waiting on the couch. We all seemed to have had the same idea and stick to swimwear, but whereas I wore trunk and a T-Shirt, he was topless. I was somewhat surprised; I'd expected fat or flab, but he had neither, just an all-around thick build. There was little to no definition though, barely a hint of any biceps and no sign of any abs to speak of, and though paler than Aeryn, there was just enough of a tan to prevent the bleached 24/7 indoor whitewash.
As Aeryn shooed him off the couch to get ready, I pulled off my T-shirt showing off my caramel-colored washboard abs. There was a scowl from Jack, but I ignored him, rather picking up on the approving glances Aeryn was giving me. I wasn't one for big biceps and a broad chest, but my abs and altogether different matter. I'm not one to brag about much, but my abs were a definite winner with her. I smiled smugly; this contest was a good as done.
With a space cleared, Aeryn bounced down onto the couch happily as she directed me and Jack to stand in front of her, "Now, as for the rules." I blinked, mentally cursing myself for agreeing to this competition before finding out exactly what I was agreeing too. I had my own idea of how a cockfight would go, but I knew there were plenty of other options out there that came under the same heading... I could only hope that Aeryn's idea was pretty similar to mine and not like the more extreme types I'd seen.
Aeryn smiled as she looked us over, "You've got half an hour to either beat your opponent's dick into submission, or beat yourself to a climax twice. If time runs out or I just think one of you've had enough," she made a point of looking at Jack when she said this, "I'll stop the match and announce my choice of victor, alright?" We nodded our agreement and she continued, "You can grab your opponent, but no punching, choking, kissing, etc. etc. This is a cockfight and I want to see your cocks fight! Now what are you waiting for? Whip 'em out already!"
Heart pounding at the prospect of showcasing my goods before a superior specimen like Aeryn, I dropped my pants, whipping out my already aroused dick which was already well on its way to full strength. I stood up straight trying to will my dick even harder as I tried to get it rigidly at attention for Aeryn's inspection. Her gaze fell on my member and I watched as she gave a card-shark smile while two small rises appeared through the fabric of her top. I shot a quick glance over to Jack and had to do my utmost to keep my poker face. His dick hung limply, barely more than half of mine in size. Noticing this... lack of development, Aeryn gave a knowing smile, "Looks like some of you need a little extra incentive to get up to steam." And at that she reached behind her back, gave a gentle tug, and let her bikini top fall off.
That did it for me. My cock muscled its way to full strength at 7 and ½ inches long and 5 inches wide, springing to attention with a jerk. Jack on the other hand, was still having teething troubles in getting it up and seeing his plight, Aeryn gave the indication that it was fine for us to jerk off as she began to grope and tease her tits for more incentive. Although I was already at full steam and then some, I saw this as no reason to forego this golden opportunity of quality female appreciation and promptly began jerking myself off as well.
As I watched Aeryn play with her tits, I absentmindedly began to wonder exactly what the repercussions would be for giving her a pregame facial. It most likely wouldn't count toward the two count climax tally and admittedly it would also make it harder to cum after we started, but seeing as my aim was to bludgeon Jack's pitiful phallus back into dormancy (and hopefully securing first AND second place for myself in the process), it didn't seem too bad of an idea.
