“Hey, Dara, how did your weekend with Aaron go?”

“Oh, hi, Lisa. Pretty good, I guess. It was fun, mostly.”

“Yeah? What sort of fun?”

“Well, you know there were like six guys from Aaron’s frat, along with their girlfriends.”

“Quite a crowd.”

“Yeah, but it was a big house. A mansion, really. The gardens were beautiful. All lush and such. There must have been ten bedrooms.”

“So were there maids and gardeners and butlers and all that?”

“No, it was just us. Not even a cook. We ordered in pizza one night. Dim sum the other night.”

“Quite a feast.”

“Uh huh. I’m still feeling kinda stuffed.”

“Still, sounds great.”

“I know. Maybe the only downside was there weren’t enough bathrooms.”

“Bummer.”

“Yeah, and that’s probably what led to the contest.”

“What sort of contest?”

“Well, the lack of bathrooms. The guys joked about going outside. Or sharing. And someone said imagine all six of them at the same toilet. And from there, I don’t know, it was like the idea was spawned.”

“What sort of idea? The guys sharing a toilet?”

“Not exactly. They decided to have a pissing contest.”

“Oh? How did that work exactly? See who could piss the farthest? The most?”

“It was the farthest. They rolled out a strip of toilet paper, and each guy took a turn.”

“How did Aaron do?”

“I think he got second or third. Six feet and some inches, if I remember. The guy who won, Josh, was about six foot six, so he had a height advantage. But Aaron has a nicer dick.”

“Cool that you got to see all those dicks.”

“Yeah, in action, too, more or less. One of the guys just dribbled. He got teased to no end.”

“I imagine.”

“So after the peeing contest, this guy said pee wasn’t everything.”

“Don’t tell me you had a shitting contest.”

“No. Ugh. That would have been terrible. Ugh. No, they had a cum contest.”

“Hm.”

“Yeah. And it was a team thing.”

“How did that work? Like you’d jack him off, and see who came first, or who shot the farthest?”

“No, we’d each give our guy a blowjob, and then spit all the cum into a glass, and they’d measure the weight of the glass. There was a set of crystal wine glasses. Oh, and no hands allowed. I think some of the girls cheated.”

“So none of the guys was gay?”

“Not so it mattered, I guess.”

“I guess that makes sense. Did you win?”

“Ha, no. We might have, but I couldn’t help it. I swallowed.”

“Oh. That’s too bad.”

“No, it was good. Aaron has really good tasting cum.”

“I know. I mean, uh, I’m sure he does.”

“Lisa!”

“I was just teasing.”

“No, you weren’t. But it’s okay. Cuz Aaron says my girl juice is to die for.”

“Yeah, you do have the best girl cum I’ve ever tasted.”

“Yours isn’t bad either.”

“Thank you. So who won the cum contest? I bet it was the guy who dribbled.”

“It was! Though I think his girlfriend cheated, though not on his cock per se.”