As the stats for the round flashed across the screen, Alex and I both took another sip from our drinks- rum and Coke for him, a beer for me.
"Jeez, you keep beating me. I may as well be sucking your dick," Alex sighed with a smile.
I laughed and grinned back mischievously. "Yeah, loser has to suck the winner's dick," I teased. But a sudden rush of blood to my cock made me question just how much I was joking. I had never even kissed another guy, much less done anything to pleasure one. And Alex was my best friend; we had known each other since elementary school. Any attraction I had towards him was overruled by my desire to keep our friendship going. But suddenly, in that moment, I saw him in a new way. I felt such an urge to feel his cock growing in my hand, to wrap my lips around it, to taste his cum...
I shook my head and took another sip of my beer, starting the next round and shrugging off any misplaced desires. My distractions proved to have an obvious effect on my gaming performance, but it seemed no matter how poorly I was doing, Alex always did worse. Like, way worse. Usually, we were a pretty equal match, and as the round ended and I racked up yet another win, I became suspicious he had purposely thrown the game.
He sighed again, albeit a bit more exaggerated this time, and turned to face me, brown eyes locking on mine for a moment. "Well, I guess you get your reward."
I scoffed, "What? You can't be serious."
He simply kept staring at me, raised his eyebrows and bit his lower lip to conceal a grin.
I shifted nervously on the couch. My eyes darted around the room. I could only imagine how obvious the shock and embarrassment was burning on my cheeks. "I mean..." I started softly. "Well, I mean, if I have to take my pants off, you have to take yours off too, to be fair." I looked up at him in shy expectation, anxiously waiting to see how he would respond to my blatant come-on.
He bit his lip again but couldn't hide the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Okay," he simply replied.