"I'm telling you, it's true," Rick says.
We are both sitting on the couch in his apartment, on opposite ends.
I haven't known Rick for very long. We met in Biology 101 at the local community college. We had gotten paired for an assignment, and discovered we had a few things in common. Rick invited me to his apartment to hang out, play some video games, and drink beers.
Rick is in his early 20s, like me, and I guess I would describe him as just an average guy. Not tall nor short, not skinny nor fat.
But what he has just told me is that a part of him is not average at all, but rather quite special.
He told me that if a guy lays eyes on his cock, then that guy will be become helpless to resist it.
I, of course, told him this was bullshit. And now he's trying to convince me otherwise.
"You're telling me that if I, a straight man who has no interest in doing anything gay, were to look at your dick, I would be unable to help myself?" I say.
"It happens every time, Chris. No man can resist," he says. "It's like a super power."
"Maybe your dick can be the star of the next Marvel movie," I say.
We both laugh.
"Okay," I say, " Say I believe you, which I don't. Why don't you have women all over you?"
"Well that's the thing. It only works on guys. I mean, I do alright with the ladies, but men go nuts over my special tool," Rick says.
Now I can't tell if he's just fucking with me. We have been bantering with a joking tone, but he has a confident smile that tells me he is completely serious.
"I still don't believe you," I say.
"How about a wager?" Rick asks.
"I'm listening."
"I will show you my dick, and if you can resist it for 24 hours, I will give you $500."
"You're that confident? And how are we defining 'resist'?"
"Oh you'll know." Rick says, his grin widening.
I take a drink of my beer. I could certainly use the money...
"And what if I don't resist? What do you win?" I ask.
"Don't worry, that part will take care of itself."
"I'll take that bet." I say. There's no way just looking at his dick is going to do anything to me. "Easy money."
We shake hands to seal the deal.
Rick gets up off the couch and stands in front of me, then unbuttons his jeans and lowers his zipper.
"You ready?"
"Let's see what you got."
Using his thumbs, he pushes his pants and underwear down and lets them fall to his ankles.
I was expecting to see something crazy, but dangling between Rick's legs is just an ordinary penis. He is completely shaved, and his penis is circumcised. His dick and balls appear to be just like the rest of him...average.
Nothing special here, I think. Just a normal flaccid dick.
"I thought you said I would be powerless to resist," I say.
"The effect is not as strong when it's soft. Trust me, if it was hard you would already be on your knees."
I laugh. "Yeah, right."
But I realize I want to see it get hard. It doesn't seem right just dangling there soft and not taken care of. A cock like that deserves to get nice and hard.
My head feels like it's spinning slowly. It's just the beer, I tell myself. But what if it's not.
"Chris," I hear Rick say.
"Yeah?"
"You've been staring at my cock for 20 minutes."
"Huh?" There's no way it's been 20 minutes. He just pulled his pants down.
I take out my phone to check the time, and it feels like it's taking a great effort to look away from his dick.
I manage to shift my gaze to my phone screen. He's right, it has been at least 20 minutes and I was staring at his penis the whole time.
"I think you've seen enough," Rick says.
He moves down to pull up his pants.
No, please don't put it away! I say in my mind but manage not to say out loud.
"It's 11pm, by this time tomorrow you will owe me $500," I say, trying to sound more confident than I feel. Now that his dick is back in his pants, I feel like I can think more clearly, but there's still something lingering in the back of my mind.
"We'll see," Rick says. "Well, it's late and I am going to crash. Couch is all yours."
"Sounds good, thanks for having me over."
He goes into his room, and I finish my beer and lie down on the couch to try and sleep.
I'm tired and drunk and trying to drift off, but my mind keeps showing me the image of Rick's soft penis, dangling in front of my face. I try to picture what it would be like when it's hard.
Why do I care what it looks like hard? Why can't I stop thinking about it?
No, enough of this. It's just a penis. It has no power over me.
I try and keep that thought in my mind, and I eventually fall asleep
But my sleep is plagued with dreams. Dreams of Rick's cock. In the dreams it is hard, and big.
******
I wake up the next morning and my cock is as hard as its ever been. It is straining against my pants. The last images of my dreams are fading.
I check my phone. It's 11am. I slept for 12 hours, and I'm halfway toward winning the bet.
I can do this, I think as I go to the bathroom for the morning pee. I still have a boner and have to bend down and angle it towards the toilet. By the time I finish, my dick is finally going down.
I drink some water and splash some on my face, trying to clear my head.
Okay, I think, how can I win this bet?
I realize we never stipulated that I had to stay here in his apartment. I could leave and stay away from Rick and his dick until 11pm, and I would win.
Yes, that is the plan. I will just get in my car and go.
When I come out of the bathroom, Rick is in the kitchen.
"Heard you get up," he says.
He is wearing only boxer shorts and a t shirt.
"Did you have some good dreams last night?," he says.
What? Did he know?
"What do you mean?" I ask cautiously.
"I got up earlier and came out here, and saw you were still sleeping. You had quite the tent in your pants."
"Oh, yeah, I, um, was dreaming about Rebecca Amberton. I was fucking her good," I stammer.
Rebecca is a hot girl in our Bio class.
"Oh I'll bet," he says.
I am just about to tell him I am going to leave, but he says, "I almost forgot, I want to show you something."
He has his phone and is pulling up something for me to see.
"You know Sean McDonaldson?" he asks.
Sean is in our Bio class. He is on the wrestling team. Pure manly jock type.
"Yeah."
"Check this out."
Rick hands me his phone, and I nearly drop it when I see the photo.
The picture is Rick's POV, he is standing, and Sean is on his knees. They are both naked, and Rick's cock is in Sean's mouth!
Sean's eyes are closed and his face is scrunched in concentration. There is only a little bit of the base of Rick's cock that can be seen.
I am immediately curious of how much cock is in Sean's mouth and throat.
Before I can say anything, he reaches up and swipes the phone screen, moving to another photo.
My jaw hangs open as I see this picture. Once again there is a naked man sucking Rick's cock. The man is Mr. Groverton, the prominent physics professor. He is looking up into the camera, and his hand is up next to his face, showing his wedding band. I can see 2 inches of the base of Rick's penis. It looks thick.
I wonder what it would be like to be in his position, on my knees with Rick's cock in my mouth.
"I have many many more of these," Rick says as he takes the phone out of my hands. "I told you, it's inevitable."
"Well, that's not going to be me," I say. "In fact I was just leaving."
I try to walk away but my feet won't move. Instead, my eyes move to look at the crotch of his boxer shorts. I can see a faint outline where his cock is.
"What's the matter?" he says. "I thought you were leaving."
I am frozen, unable to look away or move.
"Do you want to see it again?" he asks.
"Yes," I say. "Just one quick look before I go."
"Oh of course, yes, just one quick look," he says with a grin. "I'll show it to you again, but under one condition. You have to be down on your knees. That way, you will get a really good close view."
I don't even hesitate. I drop down onto my knees and my face is level with his crotch.
