Straight to the Bottom

When I was 20...About a year ago...I went to friends family party that devolved into just a friend party; complete with drinking, games and smoking...

Pretty fun party but it's late now. Most people at the party at this point are either asleep or leaving. I soon find myself in the houses finished basement. There's a couple of my friends and a couple of my friends' friends with me in the dim basement. There's also a PS4 in this basement. So, naturally, we all start an

Injustice 2

tournament. (Which is sick fighting game with DC characters).

Lots and lots of smoking. I rarely smoked at this point in my life so it hit me pretty hard. I eventually passed out on a random sofa while watching the tournament between a couple of my guy friends from my hometown...

I wake up. It's real late now. Lots has changed around me. Most people are gone. A couple of my friends crashed in the basement I think. Two people are still playing video games; but now it was

LEGO Harry potter

(which is sick LEGO game with Harry Potter characters).

Now Playing: My friend, a girl, let's call her Alison (very hot) & a friends friend of mine, let's call him Brian (basically a stranger).

I chill with them for a bit and watch them play as I struggle to keep my eyes open. Eventually Alison leaves to go sleep upstairs. Brian and me decide to play

Injustice 2

again. He seems cool. He looks like a pretty typical popular college guy who probably plays some sport. Anyway, Me and Brian smoke more and talk and play more

Injustice

. Eventually we start talking about Alison; how hot she is/how I know her/etc. This talk gets very sexual, very fast.

I remember:

"I wonder how good her blowjobs are?"

and

"Her ass is super cute."

Now a little about me: I don't really talk about sexual stuff with my guy friends. But I'm comfortable enough talking with Brian, seeing as he's basically a stranger. Back to the story.

At this point I'm also embarrassingly rock hard (I hide it; not well I would find) and newly stoned again. Sexy Alison talk continues until Brian leaves to go pee upstairs. We leave the basement together though as I need a drink before bed (at this point I think I'm going to bed soon, I'm wrong). We tiptoe upstairs where I quickly proceed to the kitchen while Brian heads to the bathroom. It's quiet.

I snag a water bottle and drink some as the silence around me is broken by the creaking of the bathroom door. I hear Brian open the bathroom door and then hear him start to crack up a bit. He calls my name. I go over to him and that's when I see it. Him, it. Brian is in pissing position, as he whips his cock around laughing.

"I'm so high man! I can't piss!" he says while suppressing serious laughter.

I'm frozen. I think I crack up a bit awkwardly.

What the fuck is going on?

Brian doesn't think it's weird at all. After some more awkward laughs he says he thought talking to someone would help him piss. I believe him, he's believable. In retrospect though... Anyway, I say 'good luck' and head back downstairs. That was pretty weird.

Eventually I lay on an available sofa in the basement again and try to close my eyes. However, all I see when I close them is Brian's surprisingly large dick.

At this point in my life I considered myself 99% straight. So I was trying not to think about Brian's two-handed weapon as my eyes were shut. No use. His dick was thick and he had it super hard, I remember the head most of all...My thoughts are broken when I hear more sounds: Footsteps coming into the basement; then my name whispered.

Its Brian. He asks if I'm really going to bed or if I'd be up for a couple more rounds of Injustice. I say 'sure'. I couldn't sleep anyway.

We set up the game and we immediately start talking about Alison again and girls in general as we played. He asks how it's going for me with the ladies.

"Not great."

I say.

He tells me some recent hot stories of him and chicks and gives some advice. These stories are hot and it's one after another.

Fuck, another boner.

Eventually I say I'm calling it a night. Brian protests a bit before smoothly asking for Alison's cell number.

"Not sure, it's not really mine to give out."

I say.

"Can we play for it?"

Brian says with a strange new look in his eyes.

"Um, sure."

I reply, not aware of the grave mistake I just made.

Alison was my friend but Brian seemed overall cool. Whatever, a quick last match.

He wins, whatever. I give him Alison's number. Brian then immediately asks for a rematch. For the next match we bet some money(just $5 a match via cash app).

I win, more money, win, more money. I find out I'm good with The Flash.

Brian soon gets frustrated as his loses keep mounting. He says he's too distracted.

Suddenly he removes the controller from his lap and grabs at his junk thru his sweatpants. The bulge is frankly huge. Brian grabs and rubs at the dense mass hidden beneath his Nike sweats.

I laugh awkwardly.

He says he's been

'thinking about Alison all night.'

and something like

'I wish I could face-fuck her right now.'

It's pretty awkward for me now. I try to make a joke to defuse the strange new tension I feel.

"She probably couldn't take it."

I say, not meeting his eye.

"Why is that?"

Brian replies with a subtle smirk.

"Uh, cause you're huge."

I reply meekly.

Did I just say that out loud?!

"

Thanks man, I noticed you were pretty huge too."

he replies matter-of-factly.

(spit-take)

I was so stunned. Out of nowhere, I thought. Then I remembered my various boners of the night.

Fuck. Sweatpants man.

Now more info about me: white, skinny, glasses, big lips(I would never usually include my lips but it comes up) and my dick is a good size I've been told. Maybe 6.5in, not 'huge'.

Anyway, Brian jokingly says he noticed I

'looked ready to fuck all night.'

I laugh and say it was all the sexy stories and change the subject repeatedly as I try to think about grandmas and baseball.

The night creeps on. We play more as I try to move past the moment and Brian's occasional looks. I find myself looking at his cock thru his sweatpants when he's not looking (At the time I don't remember thinking about doing it).

I can see a clear outline of his massive 'joystick' now. I keep the controller over my own hard on.

My teeth are chattering, I feel so strange.

"I'm tired of losing money, I wanna lose this hard on!"

Brian says in mock desperation.

Uhhh...

We laugh. It's uncomfortable.

I should have seen this next part coming...

"How about instead of money we bet your mouth?"

I. Panic. I. Say. Nothing.

But— Brian is charming. He laughs and hits my shoulder playfully. He's good at defusing tension. But I still haven't met his eye. I don't know what to say. Brian stays cool though.

Actually, he was so charming looking back. It felt like he was still playing though. But instead of Cyborg vs The Flash it was His Big Cock vs My Mouth.

"Come on man, it's cool, let's play one more game. If I win I can get rid of this boner and finally sleep."

He says annoyingly as he pats his expanding bulge.

I suddenly am aware of my situation and think:

I'm still pretty high/dazed. I'm in my friends basement. At least one of my guy friends is sleeping in the back of the basement. And Finally: this guy I just met seems to want to shove his cock in my mouth...and I'm frozen.

I tell him I'm straight and that he's cool. He says that he's straight and that I'm cool.

It's a draw.

Around this point I remember my sleeping friend in the room making some kinda noise. I remember looking in the back of the basement. My friend was fully sleeping on a futon. I thought about guys then. Specifically; how I didn't like them sexually. I never liked my guy friends. I never wanted to suck their dicks.

Then I remember hearing a little SNAP sound. I would realize that snap was Brian's waistband stretched.

Brian's finishing move: Just showing me his cock. It was raging hard and big, veiny and thick. He wiggled his monster cock up and down with a full grin.

I remember this thing having...weight.

"If you win, I'll give you all the money on my cash card...If I win, you put your big fat lips to work. Get me?"

Brian whispers out into the dark basement.

(He told me earlier he has about $200 on his cash card)

I gulp hard.

Am I gonna gulp a lot tonight? Am I gonna swallow cum? Could I? Would he be mad if I spit? No, I couldn't do any of this. I'm straight. I need $200 but I'm straight.

"Fine, whatever weirdo."

I whispered back.

It's a bet.

Wow, am I straight?

(Now at this point I remember getting a little angry at 1. Myself for fucking agreeing. 2. Brian. 3. The night in general. I just wanted to chill, drink and maybe hook up with a girl. Now I'm questioning my sexuality as I spam cheap Supergirl moves on

Injustice

in order not to swallow a hot load of man cum...anyway...)

The most intense fighting game match ever: Supergirl vs Batman. (I'm Supergirl)

I'm shaking as we play. I win first round, he wins second.

Brian seems more aggressively sexual now too. I guess me agreeing changed something in him.

As we play; Brian taunts me.

I remember: '

you've wanted my cock all night.'

,

'You got some cocksucker lips bro!'

&

'My dick is gonna destroy your mouth.'

(Fun fact: one out of the above he did not say. Can you guess?)

Anyway, I tell him to quiet down and stop. But he's relentless; as is Batman. I feel like I am suddenly playing a professional.

My palms ache. My mind is exploding over what I just agreed to.

Now I'm just about beat. Batman is destroying me as Brian starts to stand on his feet.

I'm hot all over.

He's just joking right? He doesn't expect me to...

Then it happens: Batman wins. Super girl loses.

Translation: My jaw will never be the same.

I'm speechless and blushing red all over I'm sure. I remember Brian pumping his hands in the air as the victory screen came. I remember the next thing said vividly(cause it was kinda funny; in retrospect):

"And Supergirl goes down! Now it's your turn bro!"

Brian says with pure eagerness.

I shush him quick before my friend wakes up. I then remember putting my face down in my hands.

'

It's not set in stone,'

I thought. I can still pussy out.

Then; for whatever reason, I felt kinda happy for Brian. He was that likeable. He apparently needs relief and wants my mouth. He likes my lips?

Wait! What am I saying?!

I feel Brian stand up and tap my shoulder. I just say

'I'm so high'.

However I eventually remove my hands from my eyes and discover the truth: Brain tapped my shoulder; but not with his finger.

I'm greeted to his pulsing sausage just inches from my face.

"Holy shit, dude, holy shit!"

—I choke out.

"Be a man."

he replies with a burning fire.

I stand up suddenly to get away from the one eyed monster. I'm visibly nervous/panicky and don't remember what I said next. Brian, cool as ever though, touches my shoulder and jokes around with me. He tells me there's no rush and I can do it a year from now if I wanted. But that I have to do it; I made a bet.

"I like you but you ain't backing out of this. You made the fucking deal. It's not weird just think of it as funny."

He says as he strokes his leaky hose. (Oh god is that precum?)

Wait - Funny?! He thinks me honoring his weird bet is funny? I look to my friend in the corner; he's still asleep. I'm getting paranoid. I still don't think Brian is 100% serious. He's just messing with me and I'm just too high or something.

Brian then looks at me with renewed vigor.

"Get on your knees and open wide."

"Wha-Shh. My friend is sleeping."

I eventually stammer out.

He stays quiet for a bit. My heart booms.

I then look down at his cock:

It's the biggest I've seen in real life. The head was mushroom shaped and he had a couple of prominent pulsating veins. My eyes trail down further to his partially hairy ball sack:

Like his dick, his balls seemed heavy. —No doubt filled with gobs of baby batter ready to call my face their new home.

Now Brian was about 6in's taller than me and in prime physical condition for a 21 year old into sports. Me, on the other hand...well, let's just say Brian is the Rock and I'm Kevin Hart. Needless-to-say, I felt puny next to Brian.

Without thinking I kinda touch his cock tip with the back of my hand.

"I'll do it, just not here please."

I squeak.

Wait, why did I say that?!

He smiles big.

At this point I wasn't thinking, just reacting. And I wasn't reacting how I expected.

"First get on your knees and open wide. That's what I said to do earlier."

Brian says behind a smug smile.

He is totally power-tripping now!

"I won't put it in but I gave an order."

I had the thought to say 'fuck it' and just leave. I'm straight. He has nothing on me...But instead of walking way, I sunk to my knees and opened my mouth wide.

I am not thinking. My thoughts were going way too fast. He's not serious. I'll just play along. He's trying to fuck with me.

Current Status: on my knees, mouth open (freaking out).

Brian starts jerking his angry dick very close to my presenting mouth.

"Not here."

I repeat with desperation as Brian doesn't back down.

"Don't want your friends seeing you suck some dick?"

He whispered out with a smirk.

"Obviously."

I say, sounding like a frustrated girl from the Valley.

He then tells me I'm no fun and orders me up. At this point my straight rational mind seems to be on fucking vacation. I can't think; I follow orders instead.

Eventually I follow him upstairs back to the kitchen/bathroom area; which is the least populated part of the house.

'Why did I make this bet?'

I thought over and over as my legs moved themselves.

I just keep following.

He then leads me to the upstairs bathroom where I first saw his dick. I enter the bathroom and close the door. Luckily the bathroom has dim lighting and a very fluffy mat. I see him remove his sweats and shirt fast.

"Wha-are-serious?"

I managed to say in protest.

He is buck naked now except for ankle socks. He's in great shape and he was staring right at me. He objectively has a good fit body. Broad chest and very strong thighs. I've never been near a naked guy like this before.

He asks if I 'like it'.

"You wish!"

—I retort.

He laughs a bit at this. He's still so charming even in his more dominate persona.

"Whatever you say, man. Get on your knees now and get your big mouth to work."

He says with some traces of frustration.

I remember pouting/protesting for a solid minute. Then I remember a feeling called 'shame' for a bit. Eventually though, I fall to my knees...In front of a man...with his cock out. I look all over for a way out. I try to think of an excuse to say to get me out of this bathroom.

Now Brian was doing his best to make me comfortable but it's hard to be chill with 3 eyes staring right at you.

You know what, fuck this dude. I feel such hatred and embarrassment that I'm allowing myself to be bossed around by some naked sex addict. At the same time, I just can't control my body or my mind.

I swallow hard as I wrap my hand around his thick slab of semi-hard cockmeat and give it a couple pumps. I remember his dick just being so warm and heavy. I start to shiver a bit. I'm so nervous and I delay as much as I can. He is getting visibly annoyed.

"Get to work and suck my dick, I need to blow my load sometime tonight."

He says as he grabs the back of my head and moves it near his crotch.

He says something like,

'Don't be a sore loser, open up.'

My heart is beating so fast at this point. I couldn't do this. I need to leave now! I'm holding a huge guy cock?

"This is so weird"

I said aloud; my dick hard as steel in my sweats.

"

Stop talking."

Brian spat back.

He was clearly enjoying the position of power he had over me. There's no going back now. I feel so defeated and horny. My shame boner drives me forward.

1.2.3.Do it!

I open up and wrap my moist lips around his rapidly expanding manhood.

His cock is wide man.

I start to shake out of nerves with his penis freshly in my mouth. However, Brian's firm hold on me helps some and I calm down. I open my jaw as far as I can and move my lips down his veiny member a couple centimeters(I've been told I have a big mouth and lips but my jaw still pops as I try to take it all in).

Eventually my mouth gets used to it. Brian's mushroom shaped cock-head is now entirely in my mouth, along with maybe an inch of his thick shaft.

I have a dick in my mouth.

He moans and cracks some joke about cumming on my glasses later— Fuck! I forgot about cum. I'm gonna have to deal with that later. Shit, I forgot about almost everything with his slimy cock penetrating my virginal mouth.

I don't know how to feel with his dick in my mouth. I try to get angry. I feel I should be...I stare daggers up at him as I suck his cock tip.

Slurpp

I remember building up a very wet mouth and was kinda embarrassed about it. I was sucking harder now. Brian moans. Pretty hot to hear. He's liking it more...

Ah! TOO much is happening. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm being called 'baby' frequently. Also, side note: I'm so hard. And I still think Brian is really cool. Through it all.

I just want to do a good (blow)job; I reasoned to myself. Fuck, Brian got in my head (literally).

He won the tournament.

I take his cock out of my mouth with a 'pop'.

"Is that good?"

I remember asking him; surprising myself how submissive I sound.

At this point I wasn't angry or fake angry anymore at Brian. I also remember him looking down at me like I was his best friend.

"Real good."

—Brian finally exhaled.

He was having fun and I liked seeing it for some reason. Brian then leaned his head back. He grabbed my hand; leading it to the absolute base of his dick. He tells me to 'squeeze hard' and I do (Damn, it looks bigger now). I lick my lips some more and inch closer. I give his cock some long licks and nibbles up and down. Still don't have a 'groove' going though.

I apply more tongue pressure and hear Brian whisper encouragement at this.

"Stick it back in."

Brian moans out above me.

Brain then runs his fingers through my hair a bit as I reinsert his tool into my warm and wet opening.

My body, at least, seemed to really be getting used to the fact that I was getting face-fucked. My mouth numbed some and my body and throat overall relaxed. My mind was a little less relaxed though.

Sooner or later though (roughly two minutes into my first blowjob) something changed. In both of us. (Me especially. Not sure what it was to this day.) I wanted to suck it really good now. Might. As. Well.

I take out his cock slowly and I look up at him (Weirdest angle of my life). —Then, I move my hands up and down his saliva-drenched schlong. I stare at him as I jerk him. I don't say anything.

Brian starts dragging his dick slowly back and forth across my moist and puffy lips.

This was gonna become a "blowjob". We both knew it now. I don't have much time for a game plan though.

"

Take a deep breath baby."

-I do.

He moved my head slowly down his shaft once more: I get a couple inches in. I don't even taste it anymore.