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Herman really wonders how he keeps getting caught in these situations. Sure, the Z Team violates HR every waking moment but this felt both wrong and personal. Yet he was here, in the coed locker room with his suit half off, arms tied around his waist as the Z Team compared cock sizes.
Waterboy was mildly shocked when he was invited to the ranking, even more so as the ladies of Z Team were already waiting with cocks or straps out right beside the gentlemen. He wanted to run away, find wherever the mythical HR was and turn himself in but Punch Up, of all people, pulled him back in, insisting that it was just a bit of fun.
“For example, behold my cock,” Punch up unzipped his pants and slid a bright green packer out of its holder in his briefs, holding it up for the team to see little golden sparkles in the silicone. It would’ve been proportionate for someone soft and twice Colm’s height, ranking about five inches, but on the man it would’ve looked massive. Proportionally speaking. “No need to be shy, any of us.”
Malevola unzipped her shorts, revealing the fact that she was not only commando but her skin was red all the way to her cock. Hers stood around nine inches, hair and balls nonexistent at the base, and was strangely rigid at the head. Herman didn’t really want to know why but it was impressive none the less. Sonar wolf-whistled (bat whistled?) at the display before unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out.
Sonar’s penis was different. For starters, the bat man was very furry at the base, Waterboy had a harder time even seeing his dick. But when Sonar shifted, everyone suddenly felt very inadequate. His dick hung low, about as big around as Herman’s wrist and longer than his forearm. Victor could easily kill a weaker man with the fuzzy thing between his legs.
Invisigal went next, dramatically dropping her pants to the floor and fake-jerking a bright purple strap. It was smaller than Malevola’s, definitely smaller than Victor's, around six inches of purple sparkly silicone in a twisted, ball-less tentacle of sorts. Herman had only seen those types of dildos before in terrible porn advertisements and briefly on Tumblr. Courtney adjusted the straps, fake flexing the cock over her actual junk, and winked.
Coupe unzipped her suit, revealing a five inch strap that matched her skin perfectly. She gestured to it with a shadowy flare, not quite embarrassed but silent anyways. Colm wasted no time grabbing her waist and cupping the strap, complimenting her on stepping out of the comfort zone before gently pulling it out of the harness and sliding that off her hips. Waterboy gasped, seeing her actual groin revealed, and looked aside. Janelle had a set of thin pink scars on her thighs, curling around her sex. “Had it removed.” She admitted, grimacing at the strap that Colm had shoved off. He pressed a kiss to her pelvic bone, zipping her suit back up.
Prism tsked, her strap harness was on over her outfit with no strap itself present. Alice cleared her throat, finally getting Coupe and Punch Up’s attention, before twirling her hand and making a hard-light dick appear in the holster. It was iridescently shiny, and partially see through, like all her hard light illusions. Prism smirked as she extended the fake cock from its resting four inches to a solid eight. She stared into Malevola’s eyes, blowing a kiss before making the strap disappear with a flash of sparkles.
Flambae stepped up next, “Listen, I’m a grower not a shower so if I hear any commentary I will set your balls on fire.” He glanced over at Waterboy, face only slightly reddened. “That goes double for you, Waterbitch!” Herman looked to the side, face redder than a tomato, as Flambae started on his suit. He slid his arms out of the fire proof fabric, lowering the suit to hang off his thighs, revealing a pair of shiny black briefs with a large bulge. Herman couldn’t help but watch as Chad peeled off his briefs, showing off that the clothing was padded, and presenting his cock. Herman had to actually double take to see his dick, standing around four inches.
Waterboy swallowed the drool that gathered in his mouth, it looked pretty. The hair was trimmed back neatly, the shaft standing thick and proud, and the head of it was in perfect proportion, circumcised apparently. He knew he was staring when Flambae pulled himself back into the briefs, keeping his suit still half off, so his eyes wandered. Herman took in all of Chad’s view, the thick muscled thighs with the deep v of his waist was something Herm would’ve died for. His abs were stunning, tanned with a happy trail that Herman wanted to see again. He quickly skipped over the pectorals, always on view, and promptly died inside when his eyes met the amber glare of Flambae.
“What? Jealous much?” Flambae scoffed, arms crossed over his perfect chest. “Well come on then! You keep staring gay-boy, show your dick already!” Suddenly every pair of eyes was on Herman, specifically his crotch. Herman, shaking like a leaf, slowly covered his groin with his hands, praying that this doesn’t awaken anything in him.
“M-maybe- perhaps someone- any one can- not me?” he stammered, feeling his cock harden behind his hands. Poor Waterboy felt so turned on by Chad glaring at him like he’s a piece of steak in a tiger’s cage. The slightly shorter fireball strode over to him, grabbing his hands.
“Don’t be a pussy, Waterbitch. Just get it over-” Chad’s eyes fell to Herman’s hard cock, prominently pressing against the base of Waterboy’s wetsuit zipper. God, Herman had never wished more to freeze and melt away like a popsicle. His cock strained the, unfortunately lacey, boyshorts he was wearing. It wasn’t a perverted thing that he wore lingerie under the suit, he should’ve really clarified that before Flambae shoved the suit around his thin thighs.
“I-I-I uhm… Th-they’re waterproof?” Chad didn’t move from in front of him, eyes locked onto the nine inch dick that was barely covered by- heaven help him- the white boyshorts with lace lining his thighs.
“You’ve got to be fucking me- That can’t be!” Chad stepped back, amber eyes flicking to meet Herman’s wide grey eyes, petrified. “How the hell is it so big?!” Chad stepped away, revealing Herman’s pale thighs and paler briefs. Herman was frozen, eyes down at his feet, and unfortunately still seeing his own bulge. The majority of the team was still rocking out with their cocks out. He was embarrassed enough, might as well get it over with.
Herman, hands still shaky, tucked his thumbs into the side of the white shorts, thankfully still opaque, and slid them off his pelvis. His dick sprang out, fully erect and leaking. The rest of him was leaking so he could play it off, but Herman knew it wasn’t water dripping off of him.
Flambae gasped, air slightly whistling through the gap in his teeth. He was silent for a minute. Malevolva whistled lowly, nodding at the hard cock. Her own cherry red dick around the same size as Waterboy’s. Punch Up, eye level with his cock, whooped and half-heartedly clapped. Coupe watched intently, eyes running down his body. Sonar started making bets with Prism before silence rushed through the Z team. The door squeaked open, interrupting the staring. Herman jumped out of his skin, spotting Robert standing in the now open door.
“What’s happening right now?” Robert’s eyes followed the team in states of half-dressed and half-hardness, eyes landing on Waterboy. Herman immediately turned around, tucking himself back into the squeaky shorts and rapidly trying to untie his suit sleeves to slide it back on. Robert could see a cartoon-like rubber duck embroidered onto the back thigh of the boyshorts, cute, but still shocking. Robert had fully seen the monster between Herman’s legs. The wispy auburn hair that made Herman’s happy trail faded up into a pretty hairless stomach and chest. Very cute.
“We’re just uh- having a comparis- competition uh- thing?” Herman stuttered out. Flambae pulled his suit up before yanking the sleeves off around Waterboy’s waist, pulling up harshly so Herman was covered. Chad muttered something about helping pathetic wet men.
“So we’re violating HR as a team now and showing off our dicks?” Robert’s sigh was felt in his chest, shoulders dropping as he stepped into the locker room, making sure the door was locked behind him. “Or did I interrupt an orgy about to begin? You’ll have to clock out before having sex on company time.” He rolled his eyes at his own joke, it sounded better in Robert’s head anyways.
“It’s only an orgy if everyone was invited, Mecha-Dick.” Chad snapped, eyes rolling over Robert’s body. “There’s a reason you weren’t invited to the cock fight here.” Herman didn’t dare to look up, he knew Robert had seen him naked. He should’ve been fine, Herman had seen Robert in just a towel before, but this was different.
“Why? Are you scared that mine’s bigger?” Robert taunted, eyebrow cocked at Flambae. Maybe Herman was just seeing things, but Chad’s face was distinctively red now.
“Yours is definitely bigger, Robot-erson” Prism joked, side-eying her friend. Alice had seen Chad naked before and knew that his grower comment was a damned lie. It fanned the flames, literally, as Chad sparked his shoulders. Little flames rose before burning out. The deep set frown on Chad’s face didn’t leave though.
“I doubt that bitch’s dick is bigger. And I’m going to stand by that until that fucker drops trow!” If looks could kill, Robert would’ve choked to death on Flambae’s smaller-than-averge-but-he-swears-it’s-average cock. Robert shrugged.
“I mean, it’s nothing special. Why do you want to see my dick so badly though, Chad?” The name rolled off Robert’s tongue with a seductive purr. His hands creeped down to his belt, unbuckling the black leather. The majority of the Z Team whooped and hollered, cheering for Robert to drop his pants and the rest jeered at Flambae for being a size drama queen. Herman stared on, eyes locked onto Robert’s frame as he untucked the baby blue SDN shirt and unbuttoned his pants. He had on black boxer briefs, bulge noticeable beneath the cotton fabric. “This better not be recorded,” Robert warned before sliding his underwear down, revealing his own penis to the cock-out team.
“Oh my God…” Herman felt his dick jump back to full hardness at the sight of Robert. His shaft stood hard at six inches, the hair at his pelvis more unkempt and slightly curly but manageable. Scars and fading bruises dotted Robert’s thighs alongside his freckles. His happy trail was more of a sparse gravel road that continued up under Robert’s shirt, undoubtedly meeting more scars and the slight chest hair he had. Waterboy drooled outright, hand barely stopping the water leaking from his mouth.
“Fucking shit.” Chad swore. Robert was bigger than he was. Chad would’ve been rudely content with knowing. But Waterboy losing it over how Robert looked? That was the worst part.
“Happy now?” Robert looked down, presenting himself to the team. “Half of us all have our dicks out.”
“Not as happy as Waterboy is!” Courtney pointed to Herman’s, unzipped again, suit. The waistband of his boyshorts were exposed, the head of his cock slightly peaking out from the white fabric. Herman choked on his own water, hands going right back to cover himself as the liquid slid down his face. ‘Oohs’ and sultry comments started going around when Chad grabbed Herm’s shoulder and dragged him into the shower portion of the locker room, slamming the separating door behind them.
“Ya think he thought about our HR policy?”
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Herman stumbled into the room, trying desperately to ease his erection so he could safely zip his suit back up and start pretending that this night never happened but Chad’s hand was on his, burning slightly. Herman hissed, pulling his hand away, and awkwardly tried hiding himself from Flambae. Chad ended up grabbing both his hands, pushing Herman back against the tiled wall, and kissing him?
Herm gasped, feeling Chad’s surprisingly soft lips on his own. He tried moving his lips in sync with Chad but received a bite instead. Herman couldn’t help the whine that escaped his lips, opening his mouth for Chad to explore. Flambae pinned his hands to the wall, dipping his tongue deep into Herm’s mouth only to pull away. He moaned, chasing the fleeting heat from Chad.
“Fuck, you’re all keyed up. Got excited looking at Robert huh? You want that dick don’t you?” Chad whispered, leaning back in but keeping Waterboy pinned, not able to lean into a kiss. “I swear, two seconds and you’re all dick-notized by him. You need his subpar cock deep inside your tight ass don’t you?” Herman gasped as Chad licked his neck, teeth grazing over his pulse. “Answer me damnit,” He growled, biting Herm’s neck and letting his teeth sink into his soft flesh.
“I-I-I, fuck… Ch-Chad I-I don’t want him in my… my uh- Oh!” Chad had moved down his neck, sucking a hickey over his collar bone. Herman moaned, leaning back into the cool tiles. What was the question again? “I- God- I ne-ed you! I w-want you in my- in me.” Herm whined, Chad paused his biting to pull back.
“You want me?” He moved one of his hands from Herman’s wrist, palming Waterboy’s cock through the sleek white material. “Figures. A big dick like this on a fucking bottom.” He leaned back in, now whispering in Herm’s ear, “You’re pathetic, you know? I saw that look you gave me, you want my thick cock in you? Beg for it.” Chad bit down on his ear, moving back down Herm’s neck.
“F-fuck! God- good- Fuuck… Chad p-please!” Flambae moved lower, sucking hickeys on his chest, and slid his hand into Herm's boy shorts. “Fucking- fuck me. P-please fuck me, Chad. I need yo-you!” Herman babbled, head swimming in pleasure as Chad licked up his chest, deliberately pressing on the love bites.
“Here. Suck.” Chad presented his hand to Herm's mouth. Herman immediately took his fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking the digits feverishly. “Yeah that's right, pretend I'm Robert and I've got my average size dick in your mouth.” Herm moaned around his fingers, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked and coated them in saliva.
Chad got to work, one handed of course, slipping off Waterboy's suit and boy shorts, taking his time not to rip the lace off. His eyes were drawn to that cock again, still dripping like the rest of Herman. Chad trailed his fingers up Herm's cock, catching several water droplets mixed with precum.
“So messy, Hermy baby,” Herman moaned around the fingers, trying to buck into the touch of Flambae but Chad held back, despite his brain screaming to take him now. “I think it's wet enough now, let go.” Chad purred, removing his hand from Herm's mouth to circle his entrance.
Herman couldn't hold his whines back after the loss of Chad's fingers in his mouth. He ground into the touch as best he could, desperate for Chad to push into him already. Flambae held him firm though, slowly pushing a finger in at a time to prepare Herman for his aching dick. Herm started his moaning, squirming on Chad’s fingers as he gently pumped them in and out of his wet hole.
“P-please, please, please…” Herman trailed off, repeating it like a mantra as Chad spread Herm out on his fingers, relishing the squeaks and whines as he brushed against Herman’s prostate. Herm's head cracked back against the tile, keening as Chad slid a fourth digit into his hole.
“You want me so badly, don't you?” Waterboy barely nodded in response, chest stuttering with each breathy moan. “You need my cock in you so bad, Hermy?” Another tiny nod. “Good. Bend yourself over that bench and spread those legs for me.” He barely gestured to the wooden bench nearby, sliding his fingers out of Herman and wiping them on Herm's leg.
Herman nearly tripped as he stepped out of his suit, quickly making it to the bench and bending all the way over for Chad. He braced himself on the bench’s edge, fingers digging into the cheap wood as Flambae stepped up behind him. Chad spit onto his palm, spreading it over his cock. What he lacked in sheer length was made up for in girth.
Chad slipped into Herman, still a little tight from nerves, and groaned low in his throat, so close to a growl. “Fuck, still so fucking tight, Hermy baby.” Chad bottomed out, not as deep as he wanted to be into Herm but enough to make the taller man whine, legs twitching underneath him. “Tell me, how does it feel? Knowing my cock is destroying you and I haven't even moved yet.” Chad rolled his hips, Herm moaned.
“G-good. So so good, s-so much!” Herm cried, pushing back against Chad. He stretched Herman out just enough to fit his fat cock inside, and it was driving him crazy. The friction and force from just being entered was near enough to make Herman cum, not that it took a lot to get him there. “C-close.. gonna- need to cum on- fuck!” Chad bit the side of his neck, undoubtedly leaving a mark.
“You're a terrible liar, Hermy,” Flambae whispered, chest pressing against Herm's slick back. Chad lazily dragged his hips back before slamming in, cresting into Herm. Waterboy's whines pitched higher, making Chad go slightly faster which drove Herm over the edge. His legs went tight as they shook, cock painting his own chest in a semi-clear load. “Maybe not a total liar,” Chad dragged his free hand over Herm's stomach, collecting the mess once more. “So messy. Clean it.”
Chad hardly had his hand in position when Herman took his fingers in his mouth. He grimaced slightly at the salt-less taste, sucking on Chad's fingers none the less. Herm curled his tongue around the digits, ensuring each one was cleaned off and dripping with spit. He only choked a little when Chad thrusted his fingers in time with his cock, forcing a moan out of Herman’s throat. He was still so loud even with Chad muffling him, and still so hard after blowing his load.
“Well, that's hot.” Robert’s monotone voice pierced the blissed out mind of Waterboy. His grey eyes widened, dropping Chad's hand immediately. Herman really tried to explain but Chad only ground harder into him, any reasoning melting into whines and groans. “Does that thick cock feel good in you? Is that why you're so loud?” Robert approached the bench, dropping to his knee as he grabbed Herman's chin.
“Of course he feels good, came on my dick in like two seconds,” Chad huffed, his now free hand squeezed Herm's hip. If Robert wasn't glaring, Chad would've burned a few marks onto Waterboy- just to stake his claim.
“I wasn't talking to you, Chad.” Robert's colder voice melted, thumb slipping between Herman's lips. “Do you need more?” Chad scoffed, Robert ignored him. “Take your time, Hermy.” Robert pulled his hand away, Herm whined at the loss of contact.
“P-please. More, need mo- oh! Need yo- Rob- Sir!” Herman begged, barely speaking between Chad's thrusts. “Wanna- need to- mmmn… need your cock in- ah! Me- my mou-oh,” Herman gave up on speaking, little breathy moans punctuating each time Chad fucked into him. Robert grinned, belt still undone from his previous showing, as he dropped his pants and boxers, stepping out if them to get as close to Herman as possible.
“You want me?” Robert cupped Herman's face, rubbing gently at his jaw. Herm nodded, mouth open and tongue peaking out. “Good boy. I want you too.” Robert guided his dick into Herman's mouth, sucking a breath in as Herman immediately took him to the root. “Fuck, your mouth is so wet, Hermy. You're perfect for this, no gag reflex, wetter than a pussy,” Robert let out a low moan, “and you're such a good boy.”
Chad had slowed his thrusts as he watched the egregious, pornographic display in front of him. He only slowed down to ensure Herman didn't choke, not at all because he was close to cumming his brains out. Robert was fully sheathed in Herm's mouth, hands holding him still. His stupidly beautfiul brown eyes connected with Chad's, gently grinding into the wet heat as he stared.
“He's so good,” the praise felt heavy on Chad's tongue, hands easing just a little on Herman. The sopping wet man whined, grinding back into Flambae. Robert cursed, throwing his head back and bucking into Herman's mouth at the added sensation. “You want me to hold you, wet bitch?” Herman moaned, hand gently curling into a thumbs up. Chad had to laugh, the absurdity of even sharing a man with Robert was crazy enough. The thumbs up while he was balls deep in said guy? It threw him off his rhythm, just a bit. Herman whined again, Robert biting his moan back.
“I’d give it to him- Jesus Herm- Before he makes a mess of me.” Robert whispered, thrusting into Herm's mouth. Herman arched his back, bringing Chad closer, and hollowed his cheeks making Robert moan. He bobbed on Robert's cock and squeezed around Chad's girth. Herm was always good at multitasking.
“Oh, dirty boy, did you want Robbo to cum your mouth? Make him lose his nerves in you, flood your insides?” Chad teased, heating up his hands to leave little singe marks into Herm's hips. Herman moaned, hands finding purchase on Robert's hips and pulling him closer. Chad ground into Herm at the same time, effectively spearing Waterboy between them. “Fuck! I'll take that as a yes.” Chad groaned, grinding as far as he could into Herman, rocking him with every moment.
Robert whined, just slightly, fucking into Herm's mouth. He was close, and Flambae was encouraging him. The smug look on Chad's face quickly fell as he groaned, tapping the marks to ease Herm up but he didn't stop. Herman doubled down, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth as he fucked himself between the two, his own cock bobbing useless between his legs. Herm purposely moaned, loud through the flesh, and drove Robert over the edge.
Chad's eyes screwed shut as he came, fucking and swearing through his own orgasm, watching as Robert rapidly ground out through his own. Herman laid there, taking both men with little groans of his own before popping off Robert's spent cock. He licked the cum off his lips, a sheepish smile tugging at his slightly swollen lips.
“S-so worth it.” Herman whimpered, throat raw and stinging as if he had been using his power far too long. He let go of Robert's hip, trying to worm his hand down to his own aching cock but Robert grabbed him. Anything Herman was about to say got lost on his lips as he felt Chad's hand on his cock. “Oh- w-wait I- Ah!” Herm came within three strokes.
Chad pulled out, watching as his own fluids slid out of Herman, mixing with the watery cum and dripping down his thighs. He really looked perfect like that, filled and glazed. Herman whined at the emptiness, too blissed out to care about embarrassment. Robert rubbed little circles on Herman's hand.
“You did such a good job. Next time-”
“Warn me before you milk me like that again.” Chad interrupted, slapping Herman’s slightly singed ass. Herm held his moan this time, biting his sensitive lips before a tiny thought pierced the cloud of fucked out subspace.
“Next time? A-again?!”