I never planned on sucking cock. I was straight, or at least I thought so until that night when my buddy Mike dared me into it as a joke. We were at his place after the bar closed, drinking cheap whiskey, and he started running his mouth about how no straight guy could handle a real dick without tapping out. I laughed it off at first, but Mike kept pushing. He pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of his friend Derek, some tall, built guy with a thick bulge in his jeans. "Bet you fifty bucks you won't even try sucking him off," Mike said. I was drunk enough to say yes, thinking it would never happen.
Derek showed up twenty minutes later like it was all arranged. He walked in, smirked when he saw me on the couch, and didn't waste time. "Heard you're curious," he said, voice low and rough. I tried to backpedal, but Mike was already egging us on, and before I knew it Derek had his shirt off, showing hard abs and a trail of hair leading down. My heart pounded, but my dick twitched in my pants despite myself. Derek noticed and laughed. "Looks like you're already half there."
He sat next to me, close enough that I could smell his cologne mixed with sweat. His hand landed on my thigh, squeezing. "Just touch it first," he said, unzipping his jeans. His cock sprang out, thick and veined, already half-hard.
It was bigger than mine, the head shiny with a drop of precum. I stared, frozen. "Go on, suckered boy. Wrap your hand around it." My fingers shook as I reached out. The skin was hot and smooth, pulsing under my grip. Derek groaned low. "That's it. Stroke it slow."
I pumped him a few times, watching the foreskin slide back and forth. My own cock was rock hard now, pressing against my zipper. Derek leaned back, spreading his legs wider. "Use your mouth. Lick the head first." I hesitated, but the bet and the whiskey made me lean in. My tongue flicked out and tasted salt and musk. It wasn't bad. I licked around the crown, getting it wet, then opened up and took the head between my lips. Derek's hand went to the back of my head, not pushing hard, just guiding. "Suck it like you mean it."
I bobbed down, taking more of his shaft. The thickness stretched my jaw, and I gagged a little when it hit the back of my throat. Derek chuckled dirty. "First time, huh? Relax and swallow around it." I tried, breathing through my nose, and felt my throat open up. Saliva dripped down his balls as I sucked harder, tongue swirling underneath. The taste filled my mouth, and my own dick leaked in my pants. Derek's hips started thrusting up gently, fucking my face in short strokes. "Yeah, take that cock. You're a natural cocksucker."
Mike watched from the chair across the room, rubbing himself through his jeans but not joining. That made it hotter somehow, like I was performing. I got into it, sucking noisily, slurping and moaning around the shaft. Derek's grip tightened in my hair. "Deeper. Choke on it." I pushed down until my nose hit his pubes, eyes watering, throat convulsing. Spit ran down my chin onto his balls. I pulled off gasping, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening cock. "Fuck, that's good," I muttered, surprising myself.
Derek stood up, kicking off his jeans. "On your knees." I dropped down without thinking. He fed his cock back into my mouth, both hands on my head now, and started thrusting properly. Each push went deeper, his heavy balls slapping my chin. I gripped his thighs, holding on while he used my mouth. My own hand went to my cock, jerking it fast through my open fly. The room filled with wet sucking sounds and Derek's grunts. "Gonna cum down your throat," he warned. I didn't pull away. I wanted it.
He came hard, thick pulses of hot cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed what I could, the rest spilling out the sides as I kept sucking. Derek pulled out and stroked the last drops onto my tongue. "Swallow it all, slut." I did, licking my lips clean. My own orgasm hit right after, shooting ropes across the floor while I knelt there panting.
Derek patted my cheek. "Told you he'd do it." Mike paid up the bet, but I didn't care about the money. I was already thinking about the next time. Derek grinned down at me. "Come back tomorrow. I'll fuck that ass next." I nodded, dick twitching again at the thought. Turned out getting suckered was the best mistake I ever made.
