Frat Fap – The Legend Of Callum’s Measure – Part One

The Legend Of Callum’s Measure is now available in the Book of Bate Vol. 3 anthology! Click here for the full story and nine other awesome bate tales.

Excerpt from Frat Fap – The Legend Of Callum’s Measure – Part One

---

Sometimes the cleanup between loads had to be done extremely quickly by a competitor, with the next guy ready and waiting, trying not to stroke his dick and desperately holding his cum back while the tarp was frantically wiped by the last guy hoping that his friend didn’t shower him with an uncontrolled eruption, something which had happened more than twice, but only once deliberately as a prank which wasn’t received flippantly by the victim, even though everyone else howled with disgusted laughter. That incident was how the pool table lost its leg. Often it seemed as though the shot from the first competitor could trigger a wave of participants arriving to finish, each eager to quickly release and get their score. Those with the most experience knew when to hold back, stop their jacking, take a breather and enjoy a beer before resuming.

Of all the participants there were three who had a habit of demanding a second shot, but several more who could occasionally muster up a repeat performance. In the early days, at the first competitions, it had been a stubborn rule that each member only had one shot to score, but over time this was relaxed as more of the guys backed up a complainant who insisted they had more to give and might score higher with the second chance. While it was rare for any of the guys to succeed and actually fire a more powerful second, or even third, cum load, it had been done, and by an eventual winner, too. Callum rarely had the reserves to deliver another shot worthy of competition, but it wasn’t unusual for many of the guys to deliver their first competitive shot, take a break on the couch with a magazine or enjoy a conversation with another, and then resume their stroking for a second cum shot pumped into Kleenex or spilled over abs. It was hard to keep track of who was cumming when unless they were standing beside the tarp, but everyone seemed to be in agreement that if you believed your next load could be a good one you were permitted to present it.

Two months before, during a particularly long competition which spanned several hours, Callum had witnessed the most impressive repeating cum delivery he’d ever seen. Dan had fired off a good shot over the tarp and scored a respectable two feet five inches before returning to relax between a couple of friends on the couch, announcing twenty minutes later that he was going to shoot again and splashing another mess over his abs. Half an hour after that he was giggling and flooding his open palm with another load while several guys looked on, mostly cheering but a few mocking him enviously. Before the final hour was done Dan would yell proudly that he was about to cum yet again, spurting a long watery stream of semen up his muscular body to the surprise of his friends either side who themselves were still toying with their spent members and working on another climax.

---

CLICK HERE TO SEE ALL AVAILABLE BUDDYBATE FICTION