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“Get off me!”

Tom was down on the floor, his slender arms pinioned by the triumphantly grinning Jake. Both friends were stripped down to loose running shorts. Their smooth chests were glistening lightly with sweat after their impromptu wrestling match.

Around them, the others whooped and guffawed. All except Chris, always the serious one: “Come on, Jake, that’s enough now.”

Jake relished the moment a little longer. Still sitting astride Tom, the smallest in the group, he leaned right in and planted a kiss on his face. Tom scowled and blushed furiously as he wriggled out from under Jake. Everyone (except Chris) laughed louder than ever.

“Count yourself lucky, mate, if you were a girl you’d be getting a lot more than a peck on the cheek right now!” grinned Jake wolfishly.

“I dunno, I bet he’d welcome any chance to pop that cherry! Not like it’s going to happen any other way!” Matt, Jake’s constant sidekick, chortled.

It was a long, hot, lazy summer, the last the friends would spend together before they went off to uni the next month. As usual, when they had nothing else to do, they’d ended up round Matt’s house. His parents had a summerhouse at the bottom of their garden where they could play video games, watch movies and joke around undisturbed until the early hours of the morning.

The six of them had known each other since they were kids and over the past year had all celebrated turning eighteen together (most recently Tom, just a few weeks back). Chris was the group’s unofficial leader, and always a little protective of Tom. Jake, meanwhile, was the self-appointed joker. He delighted in saying the weirdest or most inappropriate thing at any opportunity. And he was idolised by Matt, who took his cue from Jake in pretty much everything he did. The group was rounded out by twin brothers Lucas and Raf. The only way to tell them apart was that Lucas did most of the talking.

The clock on the wall showed the time was well past midnight but it was still far too hot to sleep. And the guys were wide awake and bored. There was something strange in the air: not just the smell of sweat, cheap deodorant and cheap booze, but a simmering, restless energy, a tension begging to be released.

Jake must have been able to sense it. Because out of nowhere, he suddenly said, “OK lads, I think it is time for one truly fucked-up dare.”

Now that got everyone’s attention. Jake paused for dramatic effect.

“So, this is one I heard from another mate. One of us gets very lucky tonight, one of us gets very unlucky.”

Matt giggled in anticipation. Everyone else stayed silent. Jake grabbed a board game from the shelf, rummaged around inside and produced six coloured tokens: four white, one red, one green.

“Each of us takes one of these tokens without looking. Whoever draws the green token, gets to have their dick sucked…”

Everyone’s ears pricked up at that. Chris felt his own dick immediately stirring in response.

“… and whoever draws the red token, is going to be doing the sucking.”

The room erupted, with everyone yelling all at once. “What the fuck, man! We’re not gay!” exclaimed Chris. Even Matt seemed shocked: “Whoa, Jake! Are you serious?”

That just made Jake grin even wider. “Ah, come on you pussies, what’s life without a bit of risk? Five in six chance you won’t have to suck anyone’s dick. One in six chance you finally get to experience your very first blowjob.”

Again, Chris felt a brief involuntary twitch in his pants at that idea.

“Yeah, but one in six chance Ankara bayan escort we’d have to suck someone else’s dick!” pointed out Tom.

“And what if we draw each other? We’re fucking brothers, man!” protested Lucas. His twin Raf nodded.

“Well, not like anyone’s going to get pregnant, is it? And in your case it’s hardly that different from sucking yourself off. Let’s be honest, any of us would do that in an instant if we could,” replied Jake.

Both twins shook their heads in disbelief.

“But look, like I said, I heard about this from a mate,” Jake continued. “They did it at a party before when they were absolutely wasted and my mate said it was THE hottest thing he’d ever experienced. Best orgasm ever. Any of you ever had a danger wank?” Matt nodded, then blushed a little. “You know, when you have a wank even though there’s a risk you could get caught? The danger is what makes it feel so, so much better. Same principle. You take the risk, one lucky person gets the reward. A truly sweet reward.”

Everyone continued to protest. No fucking way! They weren’t gay! What the fuck was Jake thinking? And yet — could Chris detect some hesitation? Was everyone really as dead set against the idea as they were claiming? Or were they just protesting for the sake of appearance?

Chris’s dick was definitely intrigued at the thought of a warm, soft mouth enveloping it. Even if it was another guy’s mouth: it’d all feel the same, right? “But it’d still be so gay!” Chris thought to himself, furiously trying to force the thought away. But his mind kept turning to all the times he’d seen guys having their dicks sucked in porn. The ecstasy on their faces.

And was he imagining it, or was there now a distinct and growing bulge in Matt’s shorts? Kind of hard to tell, as they were so loose-fitting. “Fuck’s sake!” Chris thought to himself. “Quit staring at other guys’ bulges, that really is gay!” He wondered involuntarily if Matt was getting excited at the prospect of a blowjob too. Trying to stop himself thinking about blowjobs and dicks, Chris raised his gaze. He locked eyes with Raf — and immediately wondered what it’d be like to have Raf’s lips wrapped round his dick. Chris flushed red and looked away. What had got into him tonight?!

Finally, the protests fell silent. “So, are you in or are you out?” grinned Jake.

Matt hesitated, before replying: “I’m in. Never refuse a dare, am I right?”

Jake slapped him on the back approvingly. “And what about the rest of you pussies? You in or out?”

“OK,” Chris heard a voice saying. To his astonishment, he realised it was his own.

Tom snapped a shocked look at Chris. The twins exchanged glances and smiled nervously.

“Fuck it, we’re in too, right Raf?” said Lucas. Raf nodded.

Jake turned to Tom. “And what about you, little man?”

Tom had turned pale as a sheet. He gulped.

“I… I’m in,” he almost whispered.

“Excellent! Gentlemen, we have ourselves a dare!” whooped Jake.

Chris felt intense butterflies in his stomach as Jake gathered the tokens into a bag, shook them up and handed the bag round the circle. “No peeking!”

Matt drew first. “White,” he said. Relieved, or disappointed?

The bag passed all the way round. Chris took his token without daring to look. Jake was next, and he flourished another white token.

Then it was the twins’ turn. They drew their tokens together, and revealed them on the count of three.

“White! Oh thank fuck, both white!” Lucas yelled.

Which could Escort bayan Ankara only mean one of two things… Chris immediately looked over at Tom, who looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. Tom gulped once again before slowly, oh so slowly, reaching into the bag for the final token. Just like Chris, he concealed it in his hand, not daring to look.

“Come on, Tom, what do you have? Must be either red or green!” barked Jake.

Tom unfolded his palm… to reveal a green token. The butterflies in Chris’s stomach became a howling void. He felt like all the air had been sucked out of his body.

Everyone’s eyes flicked to Chris as he opened his hand too. Which was, of course, holding the red token.

Stunned silence, then wild, high-pitched yelling and laughter from everyone except Tom. They were all talking over each other. You could hear it in their voices: the relief that it wasn’t them, the appalled excitement about what they were about to witness.

“Well, well, Tommy boy, your lucky night!” cawed Jake. “And Chris, are you ready to become a bona fide cocksucker?”

Tom still hadn’t said a word. “It’s OK if you don’t want to, Chris, you don’t have to do it…” he finally said, his voice trembling. He was clearly trying to play it cool. But the tent in his shorts told another story. Beneath the fabric, his dick was thrusting upwards with all its might.

Chris was paralysed, unable to move or say a word, but his mind was racing. Could he back out now? There would be no coming back once he’d crossed that line. Getting your dick sucked by another guy, that wasn’t gay. Even wondering occasionally what it might be like to be with another guy, or how their dicks compared… that could be explained away. But sucking his best friend’s dick? That was definitely, 100% gay by any definition. As Jake so crudely put it, once he’d done that, he’d always from that moment on be a cocksucker.

And yet Chris couldn’t deny it: he’d accepted the dare. He’d known the consequences, same as everyone else. He’d taken the risk, because his dick had urgently demanded to be sucked. And to his horror, the realisation that now it was going to be him, Chris, doing the sucking, was just causing the stirring in his own dick to become more intense.

Chris rose to his feet. The nervous, excited chatter died down as Chris slowly walked over to Tom, whose shorts were tented harder than ever. A patch of precum was even visible on the surface of the fabric. The others watched, stunned into silence.

“So… err, how do you want to do this?” Chris finally forced himself to say.

“Take your shorts off, Tom,” croaked Jake. The laughter had disappeared from his voice and he sounded as disbelieving as Chris was feeling.

Tom gripped the hem of his shorts and slid them down. His cock sprang free, rock hard and slick with precum. It looked incongruously large sticking out from his slender frame. The rest of Tom’s body was smooth and almost hairless, but at the base of his shaft was a light whirl of pubic hair. The dick itself, Chris observed, was perhaps a little longer than his own, though thinner. (Seven inches and uncut, he would have described it as, if he’d been more familiar with other guys’ dicks.)

“Fuck!!!” Chris thought to himself as he stared down at his friend, sitting naked in the armchair in front of him. “Am I really going to do this?”

With painstaking slowness, Chris lowered himself to his knees. It was as if he weren’t doing it himself but watching somebody else do it. As if Bayan escort Ankara he were watching that other person lean forward, and then forward some more, his mouth widening into a hole and approaching closer and closer to that erect dick…

Then Chris felt the head of the dick slide into his mouth. The invisible line was crossed: he was a cocksucker, now and forever more. Tom’s dick was warm and fleshy in his mouth. The salt of the precum mingled with a slightly meaty taste. Tom gasped uncontrollably. “Ohhhhhhh!” he squealed, and a shudder ran right through his body.

What now? Chris hadn’t thought past the moment of accepting this forbidden gift into his mouth. He thought of all the porn he’d watched, all the things he’d seen hot women doing to guys’ dicks, all the things he’d dreamed of having done to him. And now he would do those things to his friend.

A little hesitantly, Chris flicked his tongue round the spongy dick head, licking away the precum. Tom moaned loudly, and that just emboldened Chris. He began to lick more forcefully. Like licking an ice cream cone, wasn’t that something he’d read in a sex advice column one time? (Not that he’d thought he’d need to follow that advice himself one day.) Tom certainly seemed to like it. Chris felt his willowy body bucking under him in ecstasy, and Tom’s dick thrust further up. Chris accepted more of the meaty teenage shaft into his mouth. Instinctively, he bobbed his head up and down.

“Deeper… deeper, please,” gasped Tom.

Chris did his best. He slid as far down as he could before gagging, then back up and back down again. Each time he did it, Tom moaned and writhed in pleasure. And Chris could feel his own dick was rock-hard now too. But he was beyond caring about how gay that was.

Tom grabbed Chris’s hair, and Chris allowed his head to be pulled deeper and deeper down the dick, all the way down to the base. The pubic hairs brushed against Chris’s lips, their fragrance filled his nostrils briefly, then his head was violently yanked back up and then back down again.

Chris became more confident. He found a rhythm that was driving Tom wild. Before long, he began to savour the salty, fleshy taste, the sensation of the throbbing dick in his mouth. But he did wonder to himself: “So… how long am I meant to do this for? Do I have to keep going all the way to the end?”

Tom settled that question for him. “Oh… oh my God… Chris… I’m going to cum…”

And with no further warning, a potent jet of cum blasted into Chris’s mouth. Wave after wave followed, almost choking Chris with the hot, salty juice. But he kept on sucking as Tom unloaded into his friend’s willing mouth. Every last drop he greedily sucked down.

Chris withdrew from Tom, now sitting limply on the chair. It was over.

Or was it? He’d been so engrossed in his work he hadn’t noticed his four other friends were now standing round him. From his vantage point on the floor, they looked toweringly tall. And they’d all stripped off their own shorts too. Four more rock-hard dicks poked out at him. Both the twins were stroking theirs, an identical grin plastered on their identical faces.

“Well, you put on quite a show for us there!” purred Jake.

“You certainly did, cocksucker!” jeered Matt.

Jake stepped forward. “Tom looked to be having such a good time. It’d be a shame for everyone else to miss out.”

“Err, guys, what the fuck?” Chris replied nervously. “This wasn’t the deal!”

His four friends laughed. “You’re a cocksucker now,” said Jake. “You’ll suck whatever cocks you’re given.”

“And you’ll enjoy it too,” added Matt, pointing at the bulging erection in Chris’s own shorts.

Chris gulped. But he couldn’t deny it. He was a cocksucker now. And he had four more cocks begging to be sucked.

“So… who’s first?” he asked, and opened his mouth wide.

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