One for the Money

“Put your money in the pot, boys! One of you will be the winner.”

Every lunch hour looked like this: a circle jerk, a bar bet, a gamble. It started at one dollar, then grew to five, then ten, now twenty. Expensive lunch, if you lost.

The competition was nothing complicated. Chester counted down, “Three, two, one,” and when he said the word, the guys all unzipped their flies, whipped ‘em out, and went wild until they blasted.

Eighty bucks is up for grabs. First to come is the winner!

An erotic group sex short.