It was the summer between high school and college. I'd just turned 18, life was good, and I was visiting some friends before I left the state. I still didn't have my own car but since freshman couldn't have cars on campus I didn't really care.
I was over Kevin's house playing cards with him, his brother, his dad, and his dad's friend Mick. By the time we finished playing it was after midnight and I needed a ride home. Kevin offered but as he was getting his keys Mick said he was going that way anyway, so I rode with him.
Mick and I made small talk for several minutes and then suddenly he turned off the road into an industrial complex. All the businesses were closed and it was pretty dark.
"I live the other direction," I said to Mick.
"Oh yeah I know Brad," Mick said matter of factly, "but you're going to suck my dick before I drop you off."
I wasn't even sure I had heard him correctly but I stuttered out, "I'm not gay you know?"
"Who said anything about being gay?" Mick asked as he pulled into a dark parking spot beside a building. He kept talking as he was pulling his shorts and underwear down. "You don't have to be gay to suck a guys dick Brad. And so you know, I'm not gay either, I just need a blow job."
"But, but," I stammered as I saw the huge dick Mick was brandishing.