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.
Before I could think about what I was doing, a thrilling lust took over my body, and I found myself unbuttoning my tight jeans. Alex watched carefully as I slid them off my hips, along with my boxers, revealing my already-hardening dick, glistening with precum. He stared for a moment, then copied me. My heart pounded as I watched his cock come into view. I couldn't pull my gaze away. He wasn't fully erect yet, but I could already tell he was bigger than me. Despite that fact, side by side, our cocks were comparable in appearance- both circumcised, both a consistent shape and color, the same dribble of precum on the head, and both looking utterly suckable.
Alex knelt on the floor between my legs and immediately took my entire length in his mouth. I instantly hardened the rest of the way and could feel my dick throbbing against his tongue. He must have felt it too, because I saw a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, and he began eagerly sucking me. I gasped and let out a moan. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I was in complete, shocked bliss. I tried to get a better look at him; I wanted to see what he looked like kneeling before me, his mouth filled with my cock. But I couldn't focus. The pleasure I felt weakened me, reducing me to nothing but a moaning, squirming nymphomaniac with an increasingly desperate cock.
I buried my fingers in his long hair, pulling myself in closer to him. I squeezed my eyes shut and became completely lost in the sensation. I didn't care that he was a guy. I didn't care that he was my best friend. I didn't care that I had never done anything like this before. The only thing that mattered was Alex and the things he was doing to my body. I began to feel an intense need to please him as well. The thought of him writhing at the touch of my tongue overwhelmed me. I moved my hands to his back and clawed at his T-shirt, urging him to stand so I could get my mouth around his dick. Desire turned into need. I wouldn't feel satisfied until I had his cum on my lips.
Alex noticed my tugging and pulled away, pouting slightly. "I didn't get to finish you yet."
"Just stand up, I guarantee it'll help me finish!" I practically demanded.