Seven Minutes in Devin
Seven Minutes in Devin
Nicky Noxville
All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.
All my characters are of legal age, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal age in your country/area. Any resemblance to real persons, locations, or events is entirely coincidental.
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And now, our feature presentation…
PROLOGUE: Schemes and Plots
“Did you get it?” Duke asked his tall, gangly friend as he walked back into the living room of the house they rented, along with their third friend.
“I got it,” Sebastian answered, looking down at his short friend as he pulled a bag of glittery, baby blue powder from his pocket. Duke pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, leaning in and squinting down at the sparkling powder with an expression of glee on his face. “You do your part?” Sebastian snapped him out of it.
“I did!” Duke picked up a paper bag and pulled a dildo out of it that looked just like the powder.
“The colors match better than I expected,” Sebastian commented, holding the bag next to the dildo. “Now, are we sure we want to do this?”
“Yes!” Duke cried out enthusiastically, his glasses slipping a few centimeters down his nose again. “It’s the only thing that makes sense! We’re both smarter than he is, we’re both gay, we’re both tops, we both have a lot of studying to do, odds are our dicks are both bigger than his is, and we both need a bottom to fuck who will be clean for us, and available whenever we want until after we graduate and have more time.
Sebastian and Duke both had thick, eight-inch erections curving across the thighs of their pants at this point.
“I need to know that you’re committed,” Duke pressed.
“Yeah, I’m committed,” Sebastian agreed, reaching down to brush his fingers down the length of his erection.
“This is going to be good…”
Seven Minutes in Devin
“What did you guys think?” I asked my roommates after our DND session came to an end.
“Good session,” Duke complemented me, sitting cross-legged on the couch on the other side of the coffee table where our battle-grid was laid out. “I really liked that puzzle with the cryptex.”
“Yeah, that was cool,” Sebastian agreed, his shoulders over Duke’s head, even as he slumped next to him on the couch.
“Be right back. I’m going to make us all a stronger drink now that we don’t have to math so much,” Duke said in his dumb jock imitation, pushing his glasses higher up his nose before unfolding his short legs and getting up from the couch to go into the kitchen.
“I’m trapped in a house full of midgets,” Sebastian teased us.
“Dude, you’re so tall you can’t hold yourself upright,” I shot back, and he sat up straighter on the couch.
“Touche, douche,” he said, mispronouncing douche to make the rhyme work. I bowed mockingly, and Sebastian and I settled into a familiar back and forth until Duke got back with the drinks.
“For the token straight,” he said, placing a baby-blue drink in my hand.
“Is that… Glitter?” I swirled the drink with the straw and watched it sparkle.
“I. Made. It. Blue.” Duke responded, giving me a flat stare.
“Alright, alright,” I laughed, taking a sip of the drink as he handed Sebastian a pink one matching his own. To be fair, it was pretty good. I couldn’t even taste the alcohol, but a few sips and some chit-chat later, I was feeling it.
That didn’t stop me from drinking more.
“Let’s play truth or dare now,” Sebastian suggested, setting his glass on a corner of the laminated grid.
“Haha, is that smart?” I asked, looking down at my half-consumed drink. “I’m getting pretty drunk, that could be dangerous.” We all laughed.
“Yeah, that sounds fun, let’s do it!” Duke agreed.
“Overruled,” Sebastian grinned at me.
“Fiiiine, but don’t blame me if shit gets weird,” I said casually, sipping my drink. “I get to go first. Seb, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” he said without missing a beat.
“Uh,” I began, realizing that I hadn’t even come up with a truth or dare yet. “Uh, how old were you when you lost your virginity?” I asked before tossing back the rest of my drink, the glittery stuff that had settled to the bottom going down grainy. I smacked my lips, not sure if I liked that part, and then the aftertaste hit me and I smiled, pleased.
“Twelve,” Sebastian answered without skipping a beat.
“Twelve?” Duke and I asked together in shock, the pleased smile melting off my face, though the aftertaste remained.
“Yep,” he said, taking a sip of his own pink drink.
“What happened?” Duke pressed, curious.
“Uh, you guys can talk about that later; I don’t want to hear it,” I interrupted.
“Fine,” Sebastian said, sneering. “Duke—truth or dare?”
“Well, since I am not a pussy, dare,” Duke quipped.
“Awww, shit’s getting real!” Sebastian laughed. “Duke—I dare you to pull your dick out and do some helicopters for us.”
“Asshole,” Duke laughed, standing up and reaching down to his fly.
I’ll just look away, I thought, but I found myself watching as Duke fished out his penis; his uncircumcised penis. He pulled his hands back and rocked his hips, making his penis swirl in a few circles while Sebastian cheered, and I watched in a drunken stupor.
I didn’t look away! Fuck, I’m so drunk!
“Okay, Devin, your turn,” Duke said, tucking his penis away. Truth or dare?” I couldn’t pick truth after his comment; he’d never let me live it down.
“Dare,” I committed myself, going red at the wicked grin that spread across his face. He reached around behind himself and grabbed a paper bag, reaching in and pulling out a big, blue dildo that reminded me of my drink.
“I dare you to put this up your butt for seven minutes,” Duke dared me. I stared stupidly at the dildo for a few awkwardly silent moments before I was able to speak.
“What?” I balked, reaching up to push my glasses back into place.
“Haha! It’s Seven Minutes in Devin!” Sebastian laughed.
“That thing is like a foot long!” I objected.
“It’s only seven inches!” Duke protested. “Don’t be so dramatic. I made sure to get one smaller than I am. How about you, Seb?”
“Yeah, it’s smaller than me, too,” he said reasonably. “How small are you if you think a seven-inch dick is a foot long, Devin?” I groaned at the insult.
“You can turn this dare down, by the rules,” Duke said, “But you’re just going to want to come back to it when you hear my second idea. Let’s skip that step. Man-up and take it.”
“It’s just seven minutes,” Sebastian said, the voice of reason. “Besides, you’re drunk and relaxed, so it should be easy.”
I raised objection after objection, and they shot each one down, again and again. My head was swimming as more of that last drink hit me. It felt like I blinked, and then they were both towering over me, not just Sebastian like usual. I noticed clothes sitting between them on the couch.
My clothes.
I looked down at myself and discovered that I was naked, laying on the rug in front of the couch. That sparkly blue dildo was laying on my stomach, sinking into the soft layer I’d put on over the past few years, and I noticed that it was now glistening with something that looked slick and shiny.
“Whuut?” I said stupidly.
“I dared you,” Duke reminded me.
“Come on, man, I promise it’s easy. Seven minutes is nothing,” Sebastian reassured me. Still staring up at my friends, I reached down with my left hand to pick up the dildo. It started to slide through my fingers, causing me to inadvertently stroke it, and I grabbed it with my right hand, too, to keep from dropping it. I brought it down between my legs and positioned the tip.
I couldn’t make myself go any further.
“Here are the rules,” Duke said while I waited. “Time starts once you get it all the way in. You have to keep it in for seven minutes. If you take it out you lose, and the time starts over if you cum.”
“No way,” I said, bracing myself. “No way I’d ever cum from something up my butt.” I started to push down, wincing, but I was drunk, and it was so slick that it just started to slip inside me.
Down.
Down.
Down.
Down.
“One, two, three, four…” Duke started counting out loud, stopping at ten. I was squeezing my eyes shut and wincing. It felt so strange having something stuck up my butt. I could feel my hole stretched around the base of the sparkly dildo, but at least it didn’t hurt. Good thing I was drunk! The time passed in silence, Duke watching the timer on his chronograph. I felt myself getting more and more used to it.
Used to the sensations.
Used to being filled.
The feeling of my own heartbeat where my asshole met the dildo joined the mix of sensations that were washing through me, and I realized that I was about to get hard. I started picturing the most repulsive things I could imagine, desperately trying to keep it under control. I just had to make it seven minutes.
“Uhhh,” I groaned, “It’s close, right?”
“It’s only been 42 seconds,” Duke answered, amused.
That can’t be right!
I can’t stop it!
I could feel my penis starting to swell, expanding, rolling up across my belly, past my belly button, up, up, settling thick and heavy, throbbing and dripping onto my solar plexus.
“Huh. He’s bigger than us,” Duke said, watching my dick get hard.
“Almost a waste,” Sebastian commented. “Too late now.”
“There, that’s one minute.” Duke informed me. “Just six left, you can do it!” I stared up at them in bemused horror. Six more minutes of this?
“Cannn dooo itttt,” I groaned, feeling the throbbing in my asshole intensify as my penis got even more erect in front of my gay roommates. I could feel the pool of precum start to drip down my side, my dripping erection constantly adding to it. I felt my hole relax even more, and it started jerking around the base of the dildo, so deep inside.
“Deeeeeeeep,” I groaned, gripping the carpet.
Don’t cum, the time starts over! Can’t cum from a dildo!
“Is it close?” I asked again, gasping as I struggled not to cum in front of my friends.
“You’re at a minute and… thirty seconds.” Duke answered precisely.
“Ohhnnnoooooooohhhhhh,” I trailed off into groans as I struggled to keep my hips still, my hole loosely clinging to the base of the dildo, growing more excited with each beat of my heart that throbbed through it.
It felt so good.
I needed to move!
Groaning in defeat, I started rocking my hips, my legs splaying weakly on the carpet beneath me. I could feel it sliding around inside me; my asshole had surrendered. There was no fight left in it.
No!
I renewed my effort to hold my hips still, deliberately ignoring the wonderful sensations the fake penis inside me was sending through my own penis.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Hold.
It.
“Two minutes. Five to go,” Duke informed me. I wasn’t even half way through it!
How am I going to make it?
As I struggled with my choices, I lost focus on keeping my hips still. My heels found purchase on the rug, and I was raising myself up and driving back down before I realized what was happening. I went cross-eyed and moaned. I couldn’t stop. Precum was spurting periodically from my obscene erection, pooling there before running down the sides of my torso.
Don’t cum! I thought as I drove myself down harder.
Don’t cum!
Don’t cum!
Don’t cum!
“Do you like having that dildo in there?” Duke broke the silence.
“N-no!” I lied.
“I dunno, man. It looks like you REALLY like it up there. Are you going to make it seven minutes?” Sebastian asked, pointing at my erection and laughing.
“I’ll make it!” I protested, still slapping my ass down onto the dildo again, and again, and again.
“Will you though?” Duke asked in disbelief.
“I will!” I vowed stubbornly. “I don’t like it, but I’m, unnnhhhh, cum—committed! I’m, ohhhhh, I’m fuckin committed! Unhhhh, to, uhhhh, the dare!”
“You look like you could commit to cumming right now,” Duke observed, leaning in closer to my erection. “I bet if I flicked it,” he held out one finger. “It’d pop.”
“No!” I squealed, my voice cracking. “That would be cheating! If you touch it, I… I win!” I watched his finger hover over my erection as I rode the dildo, always just an inch away.
“Daamn, look at those veins. Your dick wants to be touched,” Duke teased me as I rode the dildo. I was lifting my hips up until I could feel my loose hole gripping the head of the dildo, my legs quivering, and then letting gravity slam the entire length back inside me as my ass slapped against the rug, my back arched to get it deeper inside me. It felt so good that I knew there was no way to stop myself. I just had to keep from crossing the line and cumming before I got to seven minutes.
“Doooon’t!” I whined.
“Okay, I won’t,” he backed off and looked at his wrist. “Three minutes down, two to go.” It felt like I’d been getting fucked forever. My legs got tired and couldn’t lift me anymore, so I let them splay on the floor as I rolled my hips, pressing down against the carpet as hard as I could.
“Think he’s going to make it?” Duke asked Sebastian in a conversational tone.
“Not a chance,” Sebastian answered, staring down at my erection. “He looks like he’s going to have to start over at least once.”
“Noo!” I protested. They ignored me.
“I’m inclined to agree with you, but I’m wondering if he’s ever going to be able to make it seven minutes without squirting,” Duke observed as if I wasn’t there.
“Think so? That would be fun to watch,” Sebastian laughed.
“Well, he’d probably pass out eventually and make it seven minutes then, unless he keeps blasting in his sleep.”
“Fuuck, you guys, stop talking about me like I, unnn, I’m not here!” I protested. “Is it close?” I asked again.
“Don’t worry,” Duke said, looking at his watch. “I’ll let you know when your time is running out.”
“Look at that huge dick,” Sebastian said, his eyes sliding up and down my erection. “Now I want to touch it…”
“Noooo! Doooon’t!” I pleaded. I was worried that if he even put his finger close to my erection, like Duke had before, I would lose it.
“Do you cum a lot?” Sebastian pressed on.
“Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuck!” I groaned in shame.
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