No-Nut November: TG Edition (Patreon)

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Two competitive dormmates decide to see who can last longer in No-Nut November. But as time goes on and they both get more desperate, the jock of the pair reveals themselves to be a genderthryope; and not above teasing their friend to get them to lose.

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November 1st 2025,

Ben and Oliver had been roommates and rivals ever since their freshman year of college. Most people didn’t get it; they were chalk and cheese, constantly bickering, and yet every year when it came time to request a new room, they put each other down. The truth was, they were friends, as well as rivals, and their little arguments helped pass the days of lectures and assignments. 

Ben was the jockey one; black, with more brawn than brains ,but when you’re at college on a football scholarship, that didn’t really matter. Most people would think a reedy, quiet nerd type like Oliver wouldn’t give him the time of day. But despite his pale skin and thin frame, Oliver was just as competitive and filled with testosterone as his roommate. What he lacked physically, he more than made up for in effort. 

When Ben said he could eat more doughnuts, Oliver aimed to prove him wrong. When Oliver said there was no way Ben could finish a novel with five hundred pages, Ben took up the challenge. They competed over anything and everything: grades, girls, who could reach the showers first in the morning, and they loved it. They both thrived in competition, but now they were in the final term of their final year, and things were starting to get stale, especially when the school went into lockdown thanks to the outbreak of some nasty virus. 

It was the weekend, and neither of them had plans. Both men were stretched out on their respective beds; Oliver with a book, Ben bouncing a wall off the low roof. 

“Bet I could do this more times in a minute than you could.” Ben grinned, but Oliver shrugged. 

“We did that last week.”

“Oh yeah…”

They both sighed; what was the point of life if they weren’t competing? They needed something to fill the void of a weekend without any parties to attend or study groups to host. Suddenly, Ben grinned wider and sat up. 

“I have an idea.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, and there is no way I lose.” 

Oliver snorted and put down his book. “Let’s hear it then.”

“It’s November, as in No-Nut November.” Ben smiled, “I bet I can last longer than you.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow, then smiled smugly. “No way, you’re on.”

“You jack off way more than me; this’ll hurt you more than it hurts me.”

“Yeah, but you get laid more. After a few more days stuck in this room with just me for company, I bet I catch you sneaking off to the bathroom to try and bust one out.” 

“You wish, perv.”

They shook hands, and the game was on, but unlike their usual contests, there was nowhere to go and nothing to do. Both had a hit of adrenaline from the bet being made, but there was nowhere for that energy to go. Oliver went back to reading his book, trying to keep the confident smile off his face. He would win this for sure. Ben had no idea who he was dealing with. If there was one thing he’d proven over the past four years, it was that when it came to self-control, Oliver was king. 

~

They hashed out the rules over the next few days. No cumming. At all. No masturbating, no sex. The first one of them to break loses. The first few days weren’t too bad. The school’s lockdown finally finished, and they were able to focus on classes again. But the two friends became inseparable. Neither could trust the other fully, not really. Every trip to the bathroom was monitored, every date had Oliver as a third wheel, to the point that Ben had to stop dating altogether.

“You seriously can’t tell him to leave?” His last one complained. 

“Nah, if I do, he might sneak off himself.”

“Is this bet really more important than me?” The woman huffed, leaning back to show off her cleavage, pressed tightly in her too-small shirt. She winked, giving her lips a slow lick to entice him, and Ben felt his cock twitch. But there was one thing in the world stronger than his desire; his pride. 

“Yes.” He nodded. The bet was the most important thing in the world right now. His date stormed off, and Oliver shrugged.

“You know, you could always go and make it up to her.” He teased, “Maybe slip into that alley…”

Ben punched him on the shoulder. “You’re not beating me, wimp.”

“We’ll see.”

~

Despite his confidence, by the second week, Oliver was starting to struggle. Post-nut clarity was when he did his best work, and suddenly, sitting at his desk for hours studying for midterms felt infinitely more difficult. He could hear women giggling to themselves in the hall as they walked past his dorm, and his cock would twitch in response, instantly remembering all the giggling girls in the porn he watched. 

He could see Ben cracking, too. Every time one of the women on his booty call list texted, he winced; a couple of times, he actually groaned in frustration. Maybe it was just Oliver’s imagination, but he swore he could feel his balls swelling. By the middle of the month, they had even started to ache a little; he hadn't gone this long without cumming since…ever. 

They were both so horny you could practically smell it in the air. At one point, Ben squeezed past him to get through the doorway, and their asses brushed up against one another. Instantly, Oliver was hard. Not because he was attracted to Ben, but because Ben had an oddly feminine ass. At least it felt like it in that moment. 

“You have something you want to tell me?” Ben snickered as Olive tried to will the erection away. “You know, there is no shame in it these days.”

“I’m not gay! I’m just pent up, you asshole.” Oliver cursed. 

Ben got the oddest look in his eyes and grinned coyly. 

“You and me both…”

Ben spent the next few days absolutely torturing Oliver: “accidentally” leaving his laptop open to pictures of beautiful women, making fake moaning sounds while heightening his voice to sound like one sighing in pleasure, even occasionally running a finger down his arms lightly when he was bent over one of his books. Oliver slapped his hand away in annoyance and slammed his book closed and cursed.

“Oh my God, man, you are getting so desperate!” 

“You’re the one who got hard the other day.” Ben countered, “I bet you’re one porno mag spread away from busting a nut without even touching yourself.”

Oliver rolled his eyes, stood up to face Ben, whose confident expression flickered for just a moment. 

“Look, we both know you’re only pulling these stunts because you’re desperate. You want me to break so that you can immediately go and tug one out, well, guess what? It’s not going to work.” Olive said slowly. “Because I have the stronger will. And my pride is more important. So you might as well go ahead, because no matter how much you tease or tempt, nothing short of a real woman walking in here and deciding to strip down and beg me to fuck her is going to make me break. And we both know that won't happen.”

Oliver chuckled, leaned back against his desk and crossed his arms over his chest. Never in his life had he been so glad his game with women was so bad compared to Ben's.

“You must really be suffering.” Oliver continued, “How long have you gone without sex since losing your virginity? A week? Two? And that’s with your own hand to help you out. I bet you break in the next hour!”

Ben pressed his lips together and sighed. “I didn’t want to have to resort to this…”

Oliver steeled himself, ready for another taunt, but instead Ben shook out his shoulders and stretched.

“I don’t like doing this too often, could ruin my image, y’know?” He cracked his shoulders, and Oliver let out a huff of laughter; if this was some sort of intimidation tactic, it wasn’t working. 

Ben turned his back and stretched his arms before abruptly cocking his hips to the side. As if in response to the movement, his hip stretched out, widening his flat ass with it, and a second later his but cheek instantly ballooned. Oliver’s mouth fell open as he repeated the gesture on the other side, turning Ben’s square body into something much more pear-shaped as he took on a wide set of hips and a bubbly butt. 

“Like what you see?” Ben teased, looking over his shoulder with a grin. 

“What the hell!?” 

“I’m a Genderthryope.” Ben explained with a cheeky grin, “Don’t change often, but I will make an exception if it means getting you to nut before me.”

Oliver had heard of genderthryopes before; people who could shift between male and female at will. Some fast, some slow; Ben was the former it seemed. It was hard to believe, even as it happened right in front of him, that his bulky, jock roommate could become a woman. 

Ben’s thighs thickened, and her calves thinner, and with a teasing smile, she shimmied down her jeans to reveal a pretty little pussy. She was doing a striptease for him, as he changed; roommate or not, Oliver was still human, and his body reacted. Ben’s eyes lit up as long lashes grew in to frame them, and she licked her lips, turning them full and soft. With a flick of her shoulders, they sloped, and her short hair began to grow so fast Oliver couldn’t risk blinking or he’d miss it. 

“You said you couldn’t stand a horny woman throwing herself at you. I wonder how close I have to get…”

Her voice was sultry now, dripping with sexual arousal of her own. She threw back her head and sighed, leaning backwards to arch her spine and thrust out her chest just in time for two lovely breasts to start growing there. Oliver watched, eyes glued to Ben’s chest as the apples there turned to melons. Ben touched herself, massaging the globes, hefting them up and down before throwing off her shirt entirely. 

Her breasts continued to swell, growing heavy, and she bent over, cupping them both gently and moaning as she touched them. Oliver’s mouth went dry. 

“Seems like I’m going to win.” He said, forcing his voice to stay stable. “You’re already touching yourself.”

“But don't you wanna touch me too? Or, I could touch you. I bet it would only take a single stroke.”

She was now fully naked in front of him. Swaying her hips, dancing slowly as she turned on the spot to let him see every inch of her. 

“You know you want to touch yourself, Oliver,” Ben purred, her voice low and dripping with seduction.

Oliver’s eyes darted between her heaving chest and her glistening lips, his throat dry as he tried to swallow down the arousal that was already building. He tried to remind himself this was still Ben, tough, bulky, football-for-brains Ben. But it was hard to tell when Ben now looked like a hot supermodel.  She took a step closer, her hips swaying suggestively, and Oliver had to fight to keep his eyes from slipping down to the triangle between her legs. 

For a brief moment, he broke, and his eyes caught the wetness glistening there. She was turned on, too. Oliver’s gaze followed her every move, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Ben stopped just inches from him, her body radiating heat, her nipples brushing against his shirt as she leaned in.

“I’m so fucking horny, Oliver,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire. “I need you to fuck me, to make me cum so hard I forget my own name.” 

Oliver knew what she was doing; she was trying to make him cum in his pants like a teenager. Even though he knew what her plan was, her words were still a spell, breaking down the last of his resistance. He was so hard. Oliver’s hands trembled as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her waist. He swallowed again. He had to be strong. It was whoever came first; maybe he could beat Ben at her own game. 

“Let’s break the rules together,” he whispered. 

He pulled her forward into a hard kiss, and instantly their bodies intertwined, a frenzy of groping hands and frantic movements. Ben’s fingers fumbled with his belt, freeing his rock-hard cock, while Oliver cupped her perky breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her pussy aching for his touch; her need for him was overwhelmingly obvious. 

“Now who’s about to break?” Oliver teased. 

He lifted her onto the desk, and Ben wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her down onto the cold wood. Ben’s hands stroked her cock slowly, and Oliver shuddered.

“I know exactly how to handle these, benefit of the condition.” She grinned. Oliver knew he wouldn’t win like this, not with her stroking him. 

He stared at her wet pussy and gently removed her hand, and positioned himself at her hole. Ben gasped, and he slowly rubbed her with his tip, teasing them both. For a second, their eyes met, and Ben bit her lip; they were both at their breaking point. She nodded. With a swift thrust, Oliver buried himself inside her, then instantly pulled out to repeat the movement. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and Oliver groaned. After so long, he was so close already, but he had to hold on. 

Ben’s nails dug into his back as she rode him, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him hard. Oliver’s eyes rolled back as he pounded into her, his balls tightening, the pressure building to an unbearable degree. Their moans grew louder, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, as they teetered on the edge. Ben’s head fell back, her hair cascading over the desk and her breasts bouncing with each thrust; it was the hottest thing Oliver had ever seen.

She looked at him with determination in her eyes; even now, Ben wasn't giving up. She was going to try to tip him over the edge first. 

“Harder, Oliver,” she gasped, “Fuck me harder.” 

The voice went straight to his cock. He growled in response, his hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her with renewed force. The desk creaked beneath them, and Ben’s nails dug into the soft wood. 

Ben’s pussy tightened around him, her walls fluttering as she neared the edge. Oliver’s eyes locked onto hers, his face contorted with pleasure and desperation. He was so close, his balls aching, his cock throbbing with the need to release.

The world seemed to shrink. There was only Ben and Oliver, their bodies intertwined, their hearts racing, their minds blank except for the overwhelming need to cum. And cum they did, their cries echoing through the dorm room as they climaxed together, their bodies shuddering with the force of their release.

Ben collapsed onto the desk, her body boneless, her breath coming in short gasps. Oliver followed, his weight pressing her down, his cock still buried deep inside her. They lay there, entangled and spent.