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Sex or Suicide

... done," she stated. "It's your roll, Cory." Cory stared back at her breathing heavily, the alcohol bottle still in his trembling hand and his glistening erect cock nodding between his thighs. He looked as though he had just sprinted a mile. Again my eyes were drawn to his stiff dick, though my mind told me not to look. It was about the same size as mine, an average five or six inches. There wasn't anything particularly special about it other than that it was attached to him. As I looked up, I realized that he was staring at me. My face grew warm. I saw the corner of his mouth twitch up into a smile for just a second. I looked away quickly and rubbed my face roughly. I was really starting to feel the alcohol now. My insides were burning and freezing at the same time. My eyes now found Nicole, who studied me curiously. She bit her lip and her gaze fell to my crotch, where my erection had just started to subside. It pumped again before her lusty eyes, and my heart began to beat furiously. Nicole took her seat and turned her gaze to Cory. He set the giant bottle on the table and blew out a loud heavy gust of air. He appeared to be wrestling with the aftermath of the blowjob, as well as the alcohol he had consumed. "You gonna roll, lover?" Nicole giggled. Cory reluctantly grabbed the dice from the table and gave them a shake. I watched in silence as they fell to the table. One die landed near me, with the word "crotch" face up. Great, I thought. The another came to stop between ...

... Nicole and Cory. The last die skipped off the table and to the kitchen floor. "Crap," Cory hissed as he stood to chase the rogue die. "Don't touch it!" Nicole told him. "It still counts down there." I studied the two dice on the table through d***ken eyes. Both displayed words, together reading, "suck crotch." "It's a six," Nicole said. "That's your number, you gotta roll that one again." As Cory fetched the lone numbered die, I grew nervous. He was already shaking the die in his hand before I could fully contemplate would could happen. I prayed he didnt roll my number. Nicole and I watched with d***ken anticipation as the die bounced across the table and stopped right in front of her. My heart grew ice cold as I saw her facial expression form into a broad smile. "Fucking awesome!" Nicole laughed. "What?" I prodded. "What does it say?" I already knew the answer before she told me, and a wave of dread swept over me. "It's a four," Nicole said with a wink. "That's you, baby." My breath caught in my chest as I stared at the dice on the table in shock. I glanced over at Cory, and a chill crawled up my spine. He was already eying me anxiously. "I'll pass," I stated. "Gimme the bottle." "Haven't you been paying attention?" Nicole asked, rising from her seat. "You can't take a suicide shot on someone else's roll, dude. That's Cory's choice." She walked around the table and came up beside of me. I stared at the table in bewilderment, unsure of what to do. I couldn't let this happen. I ...