I lost the bet on the game, plain and simple. Mike grinned when the final score flashed on the screen. "Strip, get on your knees, and suck my cock like you promised, loser." His voice was low and rough, no bullshit. I felt my face burn but my dick twitch anyway. We had joked about this for years, always pushing the line after too many beers. Tonight the line got crossed for real.
I stood up and peeled off my shirt, then my jeans. My cock was already half hard, which made Mike laugh. "Knew you'd like it, you dirty fuck." He dropped his pants and his thick dick sprang out, veiny and heavy, already leaking at the tip. I dropped to my knees on the carpet. The smell of him hit me first, musky and male. I wrapped my hand around the base and licked the head, tasting salt. Mike groaned and grabbed my hair. "Open wider, take it all."
I opened my mouth and he shoved in. The head hit the back of my throat and I gagged, spit running down my chin. He didn't ease up. He fucked my face in steady strokes, balls slapping my chin. "That's it, suck that cock. You lost, so you swallow every drop." My own dick throbbed between my legs, untouched and leaking onto the floor. I reached down and stroked myself while he used my mouth.
After a minute he pulled out. "On the couch. Ass up." I climbed up and got on all fours, heart pounding. Mike spat on his fingers and rubbed them over my hole.
It felt strange, hot, and wrong in the best way. He pushed one finger in, then two, stretching me open. "Tight little virgin hole. Gonna feel good when I wreck it."
He lined up and pushed the head of his cock against me. I grunted as it breached, burning stretch that made my eyes water. He didn't stop until his hips were flush against my ass, balls deep. "Fuck, you're tight," he growled. Then he started thrusting, hard and fast. Each slam drove the air out of me. My cock swung under me, dripping. He reached around and jerked me in time with his thrusts. "You like getting fucked after losing a bet? Say it."
"Yeah," I gasped. "Fuck me harder." He did. The slap of skin filled the room. Sweat dripped off both of us. He angled his hips and nailed my prostate on every stroke. Pleasure shot through me like lightning. I came first, shooting ropes across the couch cushion while he kept pounding. My ass clenched around him and he grunted, burying himself to the root. I felt his cock pulse as he pumped cum deep inside me, hot and thick.
He stayed inside me for a long minute, catching his breath. When he pulled out, cum leaked down my thighs. I collapsed onto the couch, legs shaking. Mike wiped his dick on my ass cheek and laughed. "Next bet's double or nothing. You in?" I looked back at him, still panting, hole sore and used. "Fuck yes."
We stayed like that for a while, raw and messy, the taste of him still on my tongue. The bet was lost, but the payoff felt like winning.
