Quin Quire and Michael Boston Take a Chance on BottomGames

Horny Men Bored and Alone in a Motel Room Draped in Sheets.

It’s been said that making gambling completely illegal is impossible. When alternatives have been removed, people will gamble on which bug will reach a destination first, who will trip over a crack in the sidewalk, or whether a baby will be born male or female. People like to gamble. It’s one of the reasons that sites like BottomGames exist! In games of chance and skill alike, there is a winner and at least one loser. It takes more skill to deal with defeat than with victory, and this scene’s “Loser Takes It Like a Champ.”

Quin Quire and his friend Michael Boston are rooming together at a motel somewhere that doesn’t matter. What matters is that the curtains are drawn and for some reason never explained all of the furniture and the carpet are covered in sheets. Are they supposed to be painting something? Is their ejaculate corrosive? Are they molting? It’s very confusing to me.

Whatever the reason for the sheets, the dudes in question are bored out of their ever-lovin' white boy skulls. Quin proposes that they while away some of their time by playing a game he’s familiar with. It doesn’t require any equipment, just the human body. Michael has reached a point of inertia that he prefers, so it’s a hard sell on Quin’s part, but he eventually closes the deal. The game is as ancient as homo sapiens, if not older. Two guys face one another and try to push each other off balance. So simple even a caveman can do it. The stakes? Sexual favors.

Michael is not fully grooving on this idea, but eventually, Quin is able to taunt his machismo enough to win him over. And, he hopes, to win the games.

There are four rounds, and I don’t have to tell you that they switch back and forth as to who wins. First loser must suck the winner’s dick. Pretty traditional, really. Michael, naturally, is the first loser and he is none too keen on putting his buddy’s member in his mouth. But, a bet’s a bet. As Quin points out, “You lost.” With that, he whips out the infamous member in question and flips it around demanding that Michael get his tongue out and working. His tone changes once the actual sucking of the cock begins. Michael is apparently a natural.

Round Two! Quin loses! The crowd goes wild! There’s no weirdness this time because Quin’s claims of inexperience seem likely to be untrue. If nothing else, he gets Michael to the raging hard-on stage.

For Round Three, Michael raises the stakes. Loser Quin has to eat his ass. This meets with resistance since that wasn’t part of the original deal. The potentially bisexual Quin protests, claiming he’s eaten his girl’s pussy but never her butthole. “Well, it looks like you’re eating my fuckin’ hole first,” Michael observes drily.

Round Four: Quin lets Michael know that if he wins, he plans to fuck his friend in the ass. This surprises Michael, although I’m not sure why at this point. It’s a slippery slide once you start trading sexual intimacies. “This is getting a little out of hand,” Michael replies. “Come on,” Quin wheedles. “We’ve already gone this far.” That’s the kind of thinking that took us to the moon, so it results in progress.

Full nakedness is finally achieved for both, with Michael revealing himself to be the more fully fleshed of the two athletic men, while Quin tends toward the leaner and better-defined side. All in the name of science and Quin having a new experience, Michael is bent over what I presume is a table (it’s covered with a sheet so who knows what it is) and Quin slips himself into his friendly allegedly inexperienced rump. He advises Michael on his breathing, easing him into the movements until they are smooth and pleasurable. Quin isn’t letting go of his new lover, holding him close to his body in a semi-standing position by wrapping his arms around Michael’s underarms and shoulders.

As Quin kindly tells Michael, he takes this all very well. The brunette bottom isn’t a talker in general, but he especially keeps his counsel while getting butt banged. When he does talk, it’s worth listening. For instance, when he informs Quin that now it’s his turn. Then it’s back to the table for more of the same, but with some very erotic neck kisses from Michael. In fact, some of the shots from this particular segment are quite beautiful. Plus, if you look carefully, you can see the rest of the motel complex through the sheers.

It's always shocking to me how quickly “everyday” people in porn scenes pick up the various positions employed in porn videos. One minute a character is a virgin and the next they’re fucking every carny from here to somewhere very far from here. Quin requests more time inside of Michael’s ass, so the latter settles himself cowboy over the cock of the former. Michael sets the pace at first, letting Quin lean back and make appreciative comments. Then he takes over and things get creative. After some lovely behind-the-butt shots, the gents configure into a kind of crabwalk creature connected by a butt and a cock.

Once the positions become less four-dimensional, ejaculations can be considered as real possibilities and not just theoretical performance art. Michael, who has been studiously stroking himself while being anally penetrated, announces that he’s getting close to cumming. Quin encourages him in that, which is a good thing since he cums almost immediately after alerting the world to impending semen release. Inspired by what he’s seen and felt, Quin pulls out quickly and dumps a squirting load onto Michael. I guess in this case, no matter who it is, the “Loser Takes It Like a Champ.”

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