Fresh off the block at university, I'm loving my new life. The carefree lifestyle, the friends, the endless parties... it's a blast. Among the horde of guys I meet, there's one who stands out: Théo. Not the magazine-style hottie type, but a blond, blue-eyed guy with a charm that sends shivers down your spine. Always in tracksuits, his bubble butt is drool-worthy, a football fan like no other. We clicked right away thanks to our shared hobbies: manga, video games, everything. After a few months of circling each other, I decided to walk him home one evening after class. While checking out his house, I realized we were staying two streets away from each other. He casually said, "Come play football with my friends this weekend." Me, bad at football? No problem, I signed up right away. Saturday, I arrive at the field, a little intimidated but eager to have fun. Théo is there, in tight shorts, with his friends, all well-built guys. The day is crazy, we run, we laugh, we bicker. But I quickly realize that Théo loves throwing "chatbites," slapping his friends' asses to make them laugh. It makes me smile, it's okay, it's their thing. At the end of the day, I walk Théo and Antoine, one of his friends, home. Antoine is on another level: dark, piercing brown eyes, dry and muscular body, a face to die for. On the way, he says: "Come to my place tomorrow, we'll have a video game session." I'm jubilant, a new friend, a new adventure. Sunday afternoon, I dress up in my most stylish tracksuit, just to match the football vibe. I arrive at Antoine's house, my heart pounding. Théo is already there, sprawled on Antoine's bed, which doubles as a couch, controller in hand, beating up an opponent in a fighting game. The atmosphere is chill, we're having fun, we settle in for a tournament. But quickly, the game gets out of hand. Antoine suggests spicing things up: the loser gets a challenge. It starts off easy, like drinking a disgusting mix of salt and soda or doing push-ups. I love it, it's silly but fun. Then, the challenges slide into murky territory. "Kiss Théo with your tongue for ten seconds." Okay, I snog Théo, his tongue wraps around mine, and I feel something weird tickle my lower abdomen. Then: "Knead the guy on your left's cock through his pants." We laugh, but I feel Antoine's bulge under my fingers, and damn, it excites me.Tout le monde joue le jeu, l’ambiance devient lourde, moite. Et là, Antoine lâche le défi ultime, celui qu’on chuchote dans les soirées chelous : le "jeu de la biscotte". Sauf qu’on n’a pas de biscotte. À la place, on chope des verres. Les règles sont crades : celui qui éjacule en dernier doit boire le verre rempli du sperme des autres. On se met de dos, chacun dans un coin de la pièce, verre en main, bite à l’air mais cachée. La course au foutre démarre. Moi, j’ai à peine l’habitude de me branler, je galère à bander, le stress me bouffe. J’essaye de penser à des trucs hot, genre Théo en train de se savonner sous la douche, son cul luisant. Mais rien à y faire, je rame. Soudain, Antoine hurle : "J’a ...

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