[Oct. poll] The day before Halloween game

[Story]

Male can sometimes take silly games and races far too seriously.

It happened when Tempest and Rathalos were carving jack-o'-lanterns in a pumpkin patch on open land, preparing for Halloween. Tired of the monotonous task of hollowing out numerous pumpkins, the pair began a peculiar contest.

"Who milks the most pumpkins." Meaning whoever thrust their penis into this pumpkin and ejaculated more would win. It was a truly pointless proposal, but neither could bear the thought of losing to another male in sexual prowess or conceding defeat.

They drew their penises from the slits in their crotches, stimulating them until fully erect. As lubricant, Tempest licked Rathalos's penis, coating it thoroughly. Rathalos groaned with pleasure at the tongue's work and halted Tempest. In return, Rathalos buried his face between Tempest's legs and licked his penis. It required thorough licking to coat his large penis, prompting Tempest to quip sarcastically, "Are you trying to make me ejaculate now to gain an advantage?"

Both thrust their penises into the hollowed-out pumpkins and began thrusting their hips simultaneously at the signal. The inside of the gutted pumpkin had a slightly damp surface and a unique texture. However, it was too firm and hollow for satisfying masturbation, leaving them unsatisfied.

Nevertheless, they continued stimulating their penises, drawing white magma from deep within their lower abdomens. After finishing their ejaculation while immersed in orgasm, they immediately prepared another pumpkin and applied stimulation to their softened penises, trying to make them erect again.

Rathalos hugged the pumpkin and thrust his hips violently to compensate for the lack of stimulation. However, Tempest glanced sideways at him and judged that method unwise. The deciding factor in this contest was knowing what kind of stimulation made one's own penis respond with pleasure. Exposing all his vulnerabilities, he focused his assault on the specific areas, speeds, and angles that proved weak points for his own penis. Understanding a partner's pleasure points and weaknesses was crucial in sex too, so in this contest of lovemaking, the victory was already Tempest's.

Tempest felt semen gradually welling up from deep within his lower abdomen to the tip of his penis. He exhaled sharply and reached his second orgasm.

"Lucky me, getting to see all your different orgasm faces when you come today," Rathalos teased.

"Well, you've only shown me one pattern so far," Tempest retorted with a smirk.

"Unfortunately, I'm not as quick as you are," Rathalos taunted. But Tempest responded with an air of confidence, "Then beating you, with your handicap, should be easy."

These words ignited Rathalos' competitive spirit. He thrust his penis deep into the pumpkin and reached orgasm. Gritting his teeth, he arched his back as semen spurted from the hollowed-out pumpkin.

"Good. Thank you for showing me that horny cum face."

"That makes it two points apiece."

Both men were already panting heavily from their successive masturbation and ejaculation, sweat running down their bodies. Yet their eyes still burned with fighting spirit, and the third round commenced immediately to settle the score.

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Sorry to keep you waiting.

It started as just rough sketches, but the line quality on Tempest's Rathalos was too different, so I redrew those and made bold changes to the composition. I think it turned out pretty good as artwork.