I've been working on a few longer stories for a while now and this idea just found me, so I thought I'd put it out here for my loyal followers that have been so patiently waiting for something new. Just a fun little story of two fraternity brothers that find a special joy with each other through a friendly game of poker.
As always, all participants are over eighteen and please leave me a comment, I love to hear what you think.
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"All in," I looked at the smug grin on Eric's face as he pushed his chips into the middle of the table as soon as the dealer flipped the Jack of Hearts on the river, there was just no fucking way; it couldn't be true.
From the way he had played his hand, he was totally bluffing, or he had the full house, pocket kings to go with the two aces and the king that had shown up on the flop giving me four aces and a pat hand if ever there was one. Then the nine of spades on the turn which didn't help anybody, and the damned Jack of Hearts, raising the ever so slim possibility that the son of a bitch had lucked into the only hand that could beat me, but no, he had been too aggressive, he was bluffing.
"No way, Eric, I've got your ass this time, I have the perfect hand," I pushed all my chips into the middle of the table to call," in fact, if I lose this hand, I'll get down on my knees and suck your damned cock right here in front of everybody," arrogantly flipping my pair of aces over and getting up from the table to start my celebration.
"I'm going to hold you to that Tony," his grin turned into a broad smile as slowly, intentionally, relishing every second of it, he flipped first the Queen of Hearts and then the ten, the son of a bitch had been bluffing and then pulled a royal flush on the damned river, fuck!
"Now I think you owe me something," Eric walked around the table to face me, slowly unzipping his pants as he did.
Of course, everybody else in the room, my entire fraternity was laughing and cheering, chanting "suck, suck, suck," I was never going to live this down no matter what I did. I could go through with it and suffer the endless 'cocksucker' cat calls from my brothers, or I could renege and try to live with all my friends knowing I had reneged on a bet.
"Fuck you, Eric," I glared at him.
"Not yet, but if you do a good job, maybe," my brothers roared, I dropped to my knees and reached for his belt.
I didn't have to say a word when Eric's cock sprang free, someone behind me said it for me, "damn, Eric, that's huge," and they weren't kidding. Eric was 6'4", about 250# and captain of the rugby side so he wasn't a small man, but this was impressive.
I shifted on my knees eyeing the beast, slowly reaching out to take it in my hands, my mouth starting to water as I considered what I was going to do. I could even feel something stirring in my crotch, there was just something about Eric's cock that I couldn't ignore; it was beautiful.
I could feel it slowly begin to harden as my hands slid over the soft skin covering the monster, my thumb caressing the slit in his glans as my other hand moved down to fondle his balls, hot and heavy, fuck, he was going to drown me if those things were full.
"That's right, just take your time," Eric's voice had taken a softer tone, no one else in the room said a word.
I had enjoyed more than my share of blowjobs, in fact Julie, my current girlfriend had a unique talent in that area and loved to show off whenever she and I were together. Maybe, if I did to Eric what she did to me, I would understand why she seemed to relish giving head so much, it couldn't hurt, right.
I swallowed hard, leaning forward slowly, reaching out with my tongue to flick the spot my thumb had just left and then kissing the large pink head, the musky aroma filling my sinuses.
Eric pushed forward just a bit forcing his way between my lips, I relaxed and opened my mouth, letting him in, twirling my tongue around the intruder and eliciting a soft moan from Eric as my reward.
His eyes met mine and he smiled and nodded, encouraging me to continue, slowly, tentatively, I took him further into my mouth, running my tongue along the bottom of the warm shaft, soft moans filling my ears, oh my god, that was me.
When I got as far as I could go, Eric pressed and I gagged, he pulled back a little and pressed again, I gagged again. Using my hands to stroke what I couldn't get in my mouth, I started bobbing up and down on what I could, Eric meeting me with a gentle thrust every time I reached my gag reflex as my saliva ran down over my hands.
We played like this for a while, me doing my best with what I could handle and Eric trying to push me further, trying to get his cock in my throat, I found I wasn't opposed to the idea, in fact, I started meeting his thrusts with pressure of my own and it clicked; he pushed, I pushed and swallowed, and his balls were on my chin, I had conquered the massive beast.
"Damn, Tony, nobody's ever," I squeezed his balls and held him there, his words were replaced by loud moans, shudders ripping through my body as I exploded in my pants.
A feeling of pride filled me, and I realized that I was enjoying what I was doing. I didn't remember exactly when it had changed, when it had gone from revolting to desirous, when I had started wanting him as deep inside me as he could go, but it had, and I had enjoyed a massive orgasm because of it.
I had to pull him out so I could breathe but I soon found a rhythm and was using my hands, tongue, and lips to pleasure him and then driving him all the way into my throat only to start over again, one hand always fondling his balls while I worshipped his shaft.
There was no sound in the room other than Eric's moans and mine, the cheering and catcalls from the others fading into a soft murmur as my brothers watched amazed at what I was doing.
Spit running down my chin and across my hands, covering Eric's balls, I was in bliss, ravaging his cock with everything I had almost not noticing when his balls pulled up and his legs clenched and his hands grabbed the sides of my head holding my nose against his crotch as he erupted inside my throat, filling my stomach with his hot cum, my body quaked as I exploded in my pants again.
Eric relaxed and I slowly pulled him from my throat, relishing the feeling of the softening invader as it slid across my tongue, stopping when just the head was left to suck the last vestiges of his gift from the flagging soldier, enjoying the salty pungent flavor.
The room was silent as I kissed the tip of Eric's cock. Someone handed me a towel and I wiped him clean before doing the same with my face and hands and tried to get up. Someone else helped me to my feet and still no one said a word as I left the game room and headed upstairs to get cleaned up and go to bed my mind spinning amidst the conflicting thoughts and emotions brought on by what I had just done.
I woke up late the next morning not sure what to do or what to expect should I decide to venture out and face my brothers, so I stayed in my room working on homework and studying for my upcoming physics midterm that I knew was going to be a real bear, anything to keep my mind off of what I had done with Eric and how much I knew I had enjoyed it.
To their credit, the rest of the frat left me alone until well after lunch when a knock on my door brought me out of the calculus induced funk I had been caught in for at least an hour, "yeah, who is it?" I barked.
"It's Eric, I, um, think we should probably talk about last night."
I got up and opened the door retreating to my bed without looking at him.
"First, this is yours," he handed me an envelope full of cash, "the guys started taking side bets on whether you'd go through with it, and no one thought you'd get me all the way down your throat and absolutely no one thought you'd swallow, so, yeah, this is yours.," he gave me a weak smile.
"Thanks, I guess," I took the envelope and made room for him to sit next to me on my bed, "so what do you want to talk about, I made the bet and I paid it off, there's nothing else to it?" I couldn't even look at him, how was I going to face everybody else?
"I think we both know it was more than that, I mean, nobody else noticed, but you creamed in your pants, twice if I'm not mistaken; you were into it as much as I was."
I started to lift my head to look at him, noticing that he was wearing athletic shorts, the soft spongy tip of his cock just barely peeking out of the leg, my mouth immediately started to water and I could feel myself start to get hard, dammit, this is not what I wanted in my life, I did not want it to be like this, I did not want to be so attracted to his cock, or to any cock for that matter.
"So, what do you want me to say, I loved it, I loved you fucking my face with your monster cock, I loved the way it felt when you came in my throat, is that it?" there was no animosity, no anger in my voice, only quiet resignation as my eyes stayed fixed on the hem of his shorts and the small flash of pink flesh just barely exposed there, "is that why you came in here, to get me to do it again?" I was so lost; this wasn't what I wanted but I just couldn't look away.
Inexplicably, my hand slid under the leg of his shorts and stroked him," because I will." I said it in almost a whisper.
"Tony, no, that's not why I came in here. I came to make sure you were ok, what happened last night wasn't really supposed to happen, I thought it would be funny, something to give you shit about, and then you kept going and it felt so good, and then it went all the way in, "he took a deep breath.
"I should have told you to stop, but I couldn't, I'm really sorry" another long pause." The guys thought it was amazing by the way," he laughed but didn't even try to move my hand. I could feel him start to get hard as my hand slowly caressed the soft skin.
