No Nut November Chapter 1 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

It’s just after six in the morning when Alex’s bedroom door creaks open and his latest flavor of the week slips out to do the same walk of shame that dozens of girls like her have made before. She startles when she sees me standing at the kitchen counter, and I cheerfully lift my coffee mug in greeting. The girl turns a shade of red that matches her fiery curls and mutters her name before awkwardly slipping out the front door, probably thinking she’ll be back. She won’t—they never come back. 

It’s another half hour before Alex stumbles out of his room, bare feet padding softly down the hall until he’s standing in the kitchen with me. He’s wearing only a pair of checkered boxers that show off his abs and a sharp v-line, which has a thin treasure trail down the middle leading to the source of that girl’s moans last night. 

Alex rubs his eyes sleepily before running a hand through his brown hair. “Where’s Lexi? Did she leave?”

I arch a brow. “I’m pretty sure Lexi was the girl from last week, dude.”

He blinks, his forest-green eyes focusing on me. “Not Lexi?”

“Not Lexi.”

“Then what’s her name?”

I shrug. “She mentioned it, but I forgot already. But it definitely wasn’t Lexi.”

Alex gives me an exasperated look. “So then how do you know her name isn’t Lexi?”

Reaching around him, I grab my phone to pull up an awkward selfie of me and a blonde with perky tits about to burst from her top. “Because that’s Lexi. The girl wouldn’t stop talking to me last week while you were still asleep. Eventually, she got bored and left.” I shake my head and laugh. “Pretty sure she was trying to fuck me too.” 

He smirks, playfully punching my shoulder. “Wouldn’t that be something? A threesome with my best friend. It’s a shame you only like cock.” 

I roll my eyes at him. “We can’t all be man-whores like you.” 

Alex laughs, moving around the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. “Well, my days of being a man-whore are over for a while now.” 

“Oh? Did you break your dick or something?”

“Ha! Not possible. I’m talking about No Nut November, Simon. Or did you forget that it’s the first of the month?”

My jaw drops. “You can’t be serious. You’re really going to do that? How are you gonna last an entire month without coming? You’re practically a sex addict!” 

He scowls. “It’s not like you’re any better!” 

“What are you talking about? I barely hookup!”

Alex’s scowl turns into a devilish smile. “No, but you use those toys of yours every day.” 

My face heats as I sputter indignantly. “Yeah, well—uh—those don’t count. I’m not the one with a new girl in my bed each week.” It’s true, I’m just as guilty of getting my rocks off every day. But what am I supposed to do as a horny, twenty-one-year-old in college? I hate hookup culture, so a couple of dildos and some other toys keep things interesting for me.

He puts his hands up defensively. “All I’m saying is that you’re no better than me when it comes to matters of carnal fun. Besides, No Nut November is good for you. It’s scientifically proven.” 

I scoff, crossing my arms. “Pretty sure that’s not true.” 

“You just don’t want to do it because you know you won’t last the entire month.” 

“I know I can last longer than you,” I shoot back. 

“Wanna bet?” He’s got that look on his face that he gets whenever someone challenges him on something and won’t let it go until he proves them wrong. 

“Sure,” I say before I can think this through. “What were you thinking?”

Alex smiles at me like I just walked into a trap. “We’ll make it a competition. Whoever comes first has to do the other’s homework for a month.” He pauses dramatically before continuing. “And anything goes.”

My pulse quickens at his words. “What does that mean?”

“It means you’re going to lose.” With that said, he walks away, leaving me to wonder what he’s got planned. 

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The next couple of days go by normally, though I had to give Alex my toys so that I wouldn’t be tempted to use them. Friday night rolls around again, which is when Alex would normally start his weekend of debauchery, but to my surprise, I find him sitting on the couch when I get home from class. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you’d be getting ready for a date by now.” 

He pauses the show he’s watching and smirks. “Why? So I can lose? You know that any date I go on ends with me in bed with some chick. I have to lock in so you can do my homework for me.” 

I chuckle and plop down next to him. “All right, well, good luck trying to beat me. I’ve decided to become a monk for the rest of the month. I’m not even reading my romance novels.” Unfortunately, I’ve had to give up a lot for this stupid challenge. Between my toys, the spicy books I read, and porn, I might as well have become the Pope. But thankfully, I’m holding strong. 

Just as I’m about to ask what he’s watching, the TV screen switches, and suddenly, there’s two twinks sucking each other off in high definition. “What the—”

“Oops, how did that get there?” Alex shoots me a sly wink and snuggles up to me by putting his head on my shoulder and draping an arm across my waist. 

I try to push him off with a laugh, but he hangs on tight, the heat of his skin seeping through our clothes. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh, nothing… Just hanging out with my best friend.” His hand starts to wander, rubbing my chest over my shirt and then slipping lower to the danger zone. 

I don’t know what’s happening, but the cute twinks on the screen and Alex touching me like this are enough to get me hard as a rock. My sweatpants are tented, and I can feel a damp spot inside my underwear getting bigger and bigger. He cups my cock casually as if this is something straight guys do all the time and squeezes it just the way I like it. 

A small moan slips out of me, causing him to chuckle. “Damn, I didn’t think it would be this easy to get you going.” 

“Fuck you, Alex,” I say through gritted teeth. “This is cheating, and you know it”

He lazily strokes my covered cock again before slipping his hand inside, bypassing my underwear completely, so his hand is directly on my dick. “Nah, remember I said that anything goes. And you’re awfully wet in here. Are you sure you didn’t come already?” He doesn’t wait for an answer and pulls down the front of my sweats and underwear, causing my cock to slap against my lower abs. 

Alex hums thoughtfully as he looks at my cock for the first time. Even though we’ve lived together since freshman year, we’ve never actually seen each other naked considering there was always a private bathroom for us to use. 

A bead of precum sits at the tip, which he spreads with his thumb, making my crown nice and shiny, drawing out another pornographic moan from me. “Fine,” I mutter. “If you want to play dirty, then I can too.” 

I shove him back so that I can get access to his crotch and slide my hand inside his shorts, not even bothering with the foreplay. My fingers brush against his hard cock before wrapping around the velvet-covered steel pole. His shaft is surprisingly massive, and I can barely close my fingers around it. 

Alex groans but doesn’t relent in his ministrations, stroking me with a confidence I would have never expected from someone who’s supposed to be straight. I step up my game and stroke him slowly but deliberately from root to tip, my palm twisting over his head each time. 

We keep going, stroking each other with abandon, until the pressure starts to build in my balls and I know that if I don’t stop him soon, then I’m going to lose. But then through some miracle, his breath hitches, and he lets go of my cock and pushes me off of his before quickly pinching the head of his cock. 

“Fuck, that was close.” He gasps, putting his cock back into his shorts.  

My own cock is throbbing—angry and red from being denied sweet release. “You started it,” I say weakly, trying my best to avoid looking at the twinks on the TV and my roommate’s obscenely tented shorts. I’m still dangerously close to the edge, and if I’m not careful, I’ll explode like a fucking volcano. 

Alex smirks, adjusting himself. “Well, you can’t say that wasn’t fun.” 

I shake my head, but can’t bring myself to actually disagree with him. If this is how he wants to play this game, then I’m going to have to get very creative to make him lose, and I think I know exactly how to make that happen.