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This story contains male masturbation, edging, and competitive fun between toooootally straight bros. ^^ It was written for Meesh with his kind permission to accompany a piece of his art. <3

The Competitive Edge

For some, college was all about academic learning. For others it was a life experience; a chance to mature and transition from a life with their family to one independent and wholly their own. For some however, it was all about competition. Academic. Sporting. Social. There wasn't a single aspect of living the fraternity life which couldn't be gamified in some respect, at least not as far as Taylor and Chase were concerned. The two bros played video games to decide who was gonna buy dinner. They rock-paper-scissored for the smallest of chores like getting more snacks while watching the football on TV. They had a running tally of precisely how many girls they'd each fucked, and when one overtook the other, they celebrated like it was a royal coronation. And even on nights when they were dateless and without any chance of a hookup, still they found a way to turn their simmering arousal into a contest.

"Yo, think fast..."

Chase threw out his hands as Taylor slipped back into the open planned space of their shared room, doing as requested and easily catching the vaguely cylindrical object tossed towards him by the burly, golden coated wolf. The dalmatian stared down at it, turning it over and over in his paws for a few seconds with one eyebrow raised. Then his face burst into a grin, and he stared up at Taylor with a snort of laughter.

"Okay, not complaining, but why the hell do you have two fleshlights?"

The worn couch creaked as Taylor flopped down beside his buddy, smirking and shrugging as he held his own one of the identical, closed-ended sex toys to his muzzle; mimicking eating out the pink, malleable surface designed to look just like a bare pussy. Chase howled with ever louder laughter, elbowing his friend in the ribs as the wolf flicked his rough tongue back and forth over the toy's visible clitoris. Taylor didn't stop for another ten seconds or so, utterly shameless in his attempt to prove to the dalmatian first hand that he could handle a pussy. When he did though, and finally replied, the answer was simple and to the point.

"Coz it felt so fucking good the first time I tried it, I thought I might want to share one day. And here we are."

He gestured between the two of them with the hand holding the now glistening sex toy, before leaning to his left, towards the small wooden unit with a single drawer that sat beside the couch. His free hand groped around in the drawer after dragging it open, and soon emerged clutching a familiar, and half empty bottle of slick, water based lubricant. This wasn't his first time in this situation. Nor was it Chase's first time. Hell, they'd jerked off together more times than the wolf could count. Watching porn. Checking out random girls who'd agreed to send them nudes on their phones. Sometimes just because they couldn't be bothered making their roommate get up and leave; opting to join them rather than make them feel self conscious.

Tonight however was different. Or rather, it was about to be different. The porn had already been watched; a video a mutual friend of theirs had recorded of two gorgeous vixens going to town on each others pussies with their fingers at some nightclub downtown. Two beautiful women, drunk off their asses, and making each other squirt with the force of their manual ministrations so that everyone crowded around them, phones in paws, could not only see, but feel how hot they'd made each other. After close to ten minutes of watching that, hunched together over Chase's phone, there had been no doubt that both boys needed to get off. But rather than just dropping trow right there and then and getting started, Taylor had come up with an idea. A wager, to make their most recent shared masturbation even more fun than would already no doubt be the case.

The rules were simple. It was going to be an edging contest. First to cum bought all the beers for a week. They didn't need to establish much more than that, because as friends, as frat bros they knew that the spirit of competition required honesty and drive if it was going to have any point at all. They wouldn't hold back unless it was the difference between cumming and holding on the brink. They'd pleasure themselves as urgently and hungrily as they ever would. And now, with the addition of these fleshlights to the mix, they wouldn't even have the difference in their own hands' technique to risk handing one of them an easy win.

It was going to be all about stamina. All about who could hold on the longest, and resist not only the physical need to cum, but the mental temptation as that pleasure got ever stronger.

"F-fuck... man, these things do feel good."

It wasn't long before they were ready to begin. Chase's pants were resting around his ankles, the dalmatian's body trembling slightly as he pushed the fleshlight down around his cock and listened to the loud, thick slurp of its lube coated interior swallowing up his equally lubricated erection. Beside him, dressed in only his boxer shorts and his lucky snapback, Taylor had simply opened up the buttoned front of his already tented blue undergarments and extricated his balls and own hefty shaft from within. He growled happily, more familiar, but no more able to withstand the delicious, initially rather cool tightness of the fleshlight around his rock hard cock. With a nod, he muttered a lustful reply.

"Right? N-not quite like real pussy, but... fuck, you've gotta give credit to the horny fucker who invented this thing. He must have sat quite a few ladies on his cock to get even this close."

And then, when Chase just nodded and grunted back at him in pleasure, Taylor set their contest into motion.

"Anyway... y-you wanna sit here and talk about fake pussies? Or start acting like they're the real thing?"

The dalmatian licked his lips, staring down at the toy wrapped around his rigid cock, feeling himself throbbing against its tight but tender clutches, and the warmth of his own pre-cum already mingling with the lube. He grinned, and began to count.

"Three..."

Beside him, Taylor joined in. They counted down in unison, until...

"Two. One. G-go!"

With the same fevered vigour, the two frat bros began to compete. To masturbate. Right from the word go they began to jerk off hungrily with the lubed up fleshlights, and within mere seconds their dorm room was filled with the hot slurping of the lube being pressed between fake and genuine flesh, and the grunts, gasps, and moans of those two horny guys.

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"Oh... o-oh... fuck. Fuck, that feels so... a-aah..."

With neither male holding back, it was barely more than five minutes before first Taylor, then Chase soon after began to exclaim and curse with greater and greater frequency. Neither of them would admit it, but it was always much easier to cum, whether or not there was porn or another source of stimulation present, when they jerked off together. They were bros. Nothing more or less. But... fuck, it got them so much more worked up hearing their friend grunting and gasping close by. And this time around, knowing that just like them the other guy was fighting to get as close to orgasm as possible whilst still holding back from the peak itself, made listening to their moans and gasps of pleasure all the more intensely relatable.

Chase was the first to pause. To yelp in a mixture of pleasure and frustration as he felt himself approaching the point of no return, and dragging his fleshlight off the straining length of his erection. It twitched and pulsed, a near constant trickle of pre-cum drooling from its tip and down the underside of its lubricated, glistening length. As the seconds passed though the dalmatian knew he was safe, and relaxed slightly, whining under his breath in desire as he re-lubricated the interior of the toy from the bottle lying between him and Taylor, before bringing the fleshlight to bear over his cock once again soon after.

Though he lasted a little longer, Taylor didn't mock or tease his bro about needing to take a break. Already he was feeling dangerously horny; his body begging him to forget this stupid bet and just let him cum. He resisted, and like Chase the wolf pulled the toy away from his aching erection to re-apply some extra lube as he gave himself a little time to cool off. Unlike the dalmatian however, whose eyes had remained locked on his own needy cock for the majority of his brief break, Taylor's gaze wandered. He glanced to his right; towards his friend, and shuddered as he found himself taking in the rhythm of the dalmatian's renewed strokes. The way that Chase moved his fleshlight faster, but lifted it off less of the overall length of his cock with each stroke. The way his upper thighs rose ever so slightly from the couch as he bucked up against the toy, and how his balls; smaller and more compact than the larger, bulkier wolf's own, were almost caressed by the lower, outermost edge of the toy as it hilted upon Chase's member.

Beyond that point, the spaces of fevered masturbation between breaks grew rapidly shorter and more wracked with lustful temptation. Each time one of the pair came close to the point of orgasm they were increasingly desperate to let themselves just carry on going. It already felt so damn good, they couldn't imagine it getting any better no matter how much longer they kept going. And yet, with each break and resumption of their loud, sloppy, shared self-pleasure, it did get better. So much better, but by that same token so very much more difficult to deny themselves the ultimate and glorious satisfaction they knew awaited them at the end of the road.

Almost an hour passed. Sixty agonisingly blissful minutes rapidly approaching, and by this point both men in a state of complete, frenzied madness. They were done speaking to each other. Done joking around and even calling out in coherent vocalisations of their lust to tempt and tease their frat bro. All pretence was gone, and only the burning liquid core of their savage longings remained. They had both exceeded each other's expectations by far, and as a result this wasn't about some dumb bet any more. Now it was about winning. About being the best, purely and simply, by holding on just a fraction of a second longer when both of them knew that all they wanted... all they craved in that and every passing moment, was release. Sweet, powerful, overwhelming orgasmic release.

"Nn-nnhh... ohh... aahhh..."

The dalmatian's muzzle hung open, eyes heavy lidded with lust and cheeks flushed beneath his pale fur, as he drove the fleshlight down around his throbbing erection once more and held it there, bucking hips hips and huffing breathlessly as his cock twitched temptingly. Just one more stroke. One more squeeze of the fleshlight up and down the length of his member, and then... bliss. Rapture. Ecstasy. It would be so easy to give in. So easy, and it would feel so very, very damn good. He was so close. Both to cumming, and to letting himself cum. So close. So tempted. So...

"Ah! Aaahhh! Yeah. Y-yeah... fuck... oohhh g-god... aah...!"

At the same time as Chase was barely able to hang on though, the man with whom he was sharing the couch and this rather intimate masturbatory marathon was working himself harder than ever. With both hands wrapped around the fleshlight and his legs spread to help him balance as he bucked against it was each stroke, Taylor howled in open, shameless lust as he stroked himself into a frenzy of near-orgasmic bliss. He was determined to play this game to its full. To carry himself right to the very edge before stopping. Each time it was harder and harder to resist, but he knew he could do it. He knew he could hold on. He knew he could win , and prove to Chase that no matter how hot the dalmatian looked squirming and whining beside him, just begging for a hand to reach out and fondle his swollen balls, that he was the superior specimen. It should be Chase begging for a chance to suck his cock, rather than what lewd, deliciously erotic fantasies were coursing through the wolf's brain at that precise moment in time. Driving him closer, and closer... until finally...

"Oh.... o-ohh... fuck. N-nh-haahhh... no... ohhh god... aahh..."

Chase was still panting and hanging onto his sanity by the barest of margins, one hand clenching into a tight fist by his side and trembling as he humped at the almost stationary fleshlight wrapped around him, when he caught a flurry of movement out of the corner of his eyes. Not just the familiar rapid motion of Taylor fucking his own fleshlight senseless, but something far more extreme and incredible to behold. He watched as Taylor dragged the fleshlight off his swollen, beautifully rock hard cock, sending strings of lubricant mixed with his own pre-cum flying through the air as his erection strained with such force it almost slapped against his firm abs.

"H-hhhnnnhh... ohhfuu... nnnh-oaahh!"

The most dumbfounded, stunned expression crossed Taylor's face as he held the fleshlight aloft as though terrified of bringing it anywhere remotely near his still twitching erection, pre-cum not just drooling from the tip, but erupting in small fountain-like spurts with each throb of the substantial length. His free hand hovered over his cock, palm outstretched like a trainer trying to calm a boisterous dog. His fingers twitched. His toes curled. He was so obviously on the knife's edge; teetering, ready to topple in either direction at the slightest provocation.

Chase's cheeks flushed deeper red, and a warm, tender grin spread across the dalmatian's muzzle in that moment, a split-second before he forced a few heated, trembling words from between his lips, addressing his dear friend directly. Yes, he was cheating. Yes he was trying to tip Taylor over the edge before he lost just looking at the lust-stricken wolf. But beyond that, every word he spoke was the absolute truth. Well... every word, except perhaps the first couple.

"N-no homo or... or anything, but... fuck, bro. You look so damn hot right now."

His clenched fist released its fingers, and ever so gently, ever so modestly, Chase caressed the outer fur of Taylor's thigh, just below the edge of his boxer shorts.

The wolf's eyes widened sharply. His own muzzle fell wide open, slack with its tongue lolling out. He turned his head, and stared at Chase in a mixture of dismay, of pure bliss, and of deep, piercing, focused lust for just a second or so before his eyes crossed, his head fell limp upon his shoulders, and a piercing howl echoed around their shared dorm room as Taylor's cock let loose with a load whose first spurts lashed across the wolf's face and the wall behind him, and was but a mere taste of the full joyous fury about to unleash itself upon him.

And by his side, as Taylor lost the bet and began to cum harder than he ever had with any woman or solitary fantasy with his fleshlight in hand, Chase began to work his own erection feverishly with his own copy of that delightful toy. Seeking to catch up and to join his best bro in absolute ecstasy; knowing that for as long as that feeling lasted for the both of them and their cum flew through the air, coating not just their own bodies perhaps even reaching across to one another, no matter who had lost the bet, they'd sure as hell feel like winners.

By Jeeves

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