Hung Friend’s Pool Party in High School

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

Alex was an alpha type in high school. He was tall, loud, and a bit overly proud of himself. He was a jerk in small ways, but still somewhat fun to be around. His parents were gone one weekend, and he threw a pool party that turned out to be really fun. Memories were shared, people had a blast jumping from the pool to the jacuzzi and back, ordering food delivered and emptying his fridge of all the sodas and water and stuff like that.

By the end of the night, only five of us were left: Alex, Brock, me, and two girls. The water glowed under string lights, and we were chilling in the hot tub and laughing loudly at jokes that shouldn't have even been funny. It was just belly laughs for the sake of laughing. Everything is more entertaining near the end of the night if you're not tired. Alex was showing off as usual, joking about his dick size, wiggling his hips in his wet shorts to prove his length and girth while the girls giggled at it. I cringed, but honestly couldn’t look away. The wet fabric clung to him so tightly it left nothing to the imagination, and that image burned itself into my mind. I was so jealous upon seeing the size of it. He was cocky about everything, he was ove six feet tall already, his jawline was like a model's, his muscles were defined and enviable, yet his cock turned out to be his greatest feature.

After the other guy, Brock with the "big butt", as the guys on football called him, went inside "to go pee" and didn't come out for a bit, I was left alone with Alex and the girls. The ratio was good. One of the girls floated closer to me, her hand brushing my leg underwater. I thought maybe something was going to happen with her, and I got hard immediately. I turned to face her, but just as she looked down at my mouth and licked her lips, the telltale signs that we were about to kiss, Alex got out of the pool, pulling the other girl along with him, and turned to the girl in front of me and said, “You coming?”

She didn't hesitate for a second before smiling and following them in. The three of them disappeared into the house, the door shutting behind them, and I saw the lights come on upstairs from his parents’ master bedroom.

I just sat there in awe, alone in the jacuzzi, my jaw on the floor at how quickly that opportunity disappeared  from right in front of me. I stayed in the jacuzzi for a minute, staring at the bubbles, and listened as the laughter from upstairs turned to moans. I actually heard Alex making more noise than the girls. I chuckled to myself at how crazy the night had turned so quickly. Even with two girls there, I still managed to strike out.

I decided I didn't need to know what Alex sounded like as he was having sex, so I went looking for Brock and found him on the couch in the TV room, phone in hand, jerking off. He looked completely naked, but his shorts were probably around his ankles under the blanket. Before he saw me, his hand was shaking rapidly near his crotch, obscured by the thick comforter that was over him, while he stared at his phone intently. I chuckled a little at how this just added to the sort of cucked vibe that my night had turned into. I just stood there for a moment before he looked up, startled to see me in the doorway.

He relaxed in a moment and didn’t really seem bothered by me catching him. He just stopped doing it and pulled the blanket a bit higher onto himself, giving me a nod. 

"Sup," I said. In the moment, I had started sort of craving some interaction with another human, still on a high from the party, but feeling an emptiness from the brutal cucking. So, even though it was obvious what I caught him doing, I just sat next to Brock on the couch instead of leaving him alone to finish. I was still shirtless from the jacuzzi, slightly damp but dry enough to sit on furniture.

He leaned back and relaxed, kicking half the blanket over to me with his foot.  I pulled it over myself and we talked for a minute about Alex and what he was doing upstairs while I watched Brock adjust himself under the blanket repeatedly. 

"Are you still hard?" I asked him.

"Yeah, dude," he said nonchalantly. 

"Sorry for bursting in on you. I was just bored and you're the only one left here."

"No worries man, too bad we can't all be sharing those girls up there."

"Yeah, dude," I said, "I could take one from behind while you share her with me. Eiffel tower her."

"Alex would probably just fuck them both while we watched," he said, losing his voice a bit on the last word. I saw his hand start to move again under the blanket.

I started to rub myself as well. "His dick is so big, they're probably mesmerized by it right now. He's probably fucking one and fingering the other."

"Yeah," he said, "they're probably sharing it and taking turns sucking it and getting fucked by him."

"He's such an alpha," I said, moving my hand faster over myself.

"I need a blowjob so bad," he said. Then he opened his eyes and looked at me. The silence was ringing in my ears.

"Would it be crazy if..." he started.

"Just don't say anything," I interrupted, then I lifted the blanket and put my head under it, coming face to face with his thick, pink cock. He just braced, clearly in new territory, same as me. The warmth was instant. It smelled like pure male essence. All the talk about being cucked by Alex was shifting my sexual target by a mile, and somehow I was as turned on by a big dick in my face as I had been thinking I was going to fuck that girl earlier.

I licked and sucked the head of his dick as I felt his body relax underneath me. This is no big deal, I thought to myself, It's like sucking a big thumb. His breathing picked up and I edged him with my mouth and throat. If I couldn't fuck a girl tonight, somehow I was having fun at least getting my friend off. 

The mental shift had been instant, and the feeling of a male inside my mouth gave me a rush from my head down my body. I bobbed up and down slowly. I held his hips and pressed deep, feeling weirdly empowered as it made me gag. It was enough of a rush to make me forget about feeling cucked. I didn’t make him cum yet, just edging him with my mouth and throat.

He reached over to lightly touch my dick and jerk me a little bit, and I came immediately. He looked shocked and pulled his hand away, letting my dick squirt on its own up my body. I just braced and closed my eyes, the pleasure overwhelming me. I gripped his hips tightly, holding his dick between my lips and moaning on it.

He asked me, “Was that your first handjob?”

I pulled off his cock, holding it in my fist. “Yeah.”

“Sucks that it was from a dude,” he said almost apologetically.

“It was good though,” I said, shrugging.

He paused, studying me like he wanted to see if I would continue doing what I was doing now that I had cum. I nodded slightly, an unspoken understanding. The feeling was different after having cum, but I still wanted to do it for him, for whatever reason. I’ve come this far, I remember thinking to myself.

He smirked and put a hand on my chest, gently pressing me onto my back, then crawled up until his thick, throbbing cock was hovering above my face, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his balls.

“Alright, just lemme do this” he said quietly. Then he leaned in, and we picked up where we’d left off, except he was fucking my face instead of me blowing him. He stuffed my face and made me cough and gag. I was the passive recipient at this point, and my field of vision was mostly just his abs and the modest bush above his thick dick disappearing into my mouth. This actually feels like sex now, I thought.

Except I'm the girl.

He proceeded to hold the sides of my head and jack hammer his dick into my mouth. I did my best to brace and take it, and found myself feeling somewhat proud at how well I was doing. It was a big adjustment at first as he pressed a little more into my throat with each thrust, but soon I was learning exactly when to breathe, and what to do with my tongue to make him squirm a little more and grunt a little heavier.

After a minute or two, the girls suddenly came down the hall and stopped when they saw us in that position on the couch, the sound of their shoes clicking on the tile coming to a sudden halt. I didn't even have the ability to move as Brock was controlling my head at the time. They looked at each other, wide-eyed, not sure what they were seeing. Brock’s thrusting froze, but nobody said a word. One of them finally whispered "slay" to her friend and they giggled. So they just thought of us as gay now, and I didn't even care. They both hurried away, the door slamming a second later.

When he finally pulled out to let me breathe, I wiped my face with my sleeve and looked at him, sort of waiting for a reaction. He shook his head and gave a half-smile. “Well, that’s one rumor we won’t live down,” he said.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Might as well own it,” he said, as he reached for the back of my head and started testing how long I could go without breathing. He went on for several more minutes of rapid thrusting and stuffing my neck until his balls pressed firmly into my chin.

When he finally came in my throat, I felt like it was putting the nail in the coffin of what the night had become. He pulled in and out of my throat, cumming in my mouth randomly only to shove back in deeply and hold my head through another gag. I had smelled my own jizz for years, but the taste and consistency was completely unexpected. The gooey heat coated my tongue and I swallowed as quickly as I could out of instinct, as I felt his manly pole throb between my lips. His orgasm lasted a long time, and when he was finally spent, he just left it there. I rolled my tongue around on it, sucking and trying to make sure every drop was out. The term "follow-through" came to mind, like in a golf swing.

He was still inside my mouth when the floorboards creaked, and Alex appeared in the doorway, towel hanging off his shoulder, hair dripping from a shower. He stopped and blinked, taking in the scene, his two cucked friends naked on his couch, going gay for lack of pussy. Then he started laughing.

“You two are...?” he said.

“You jealous?” Brock shot back.

"No," he said, dropping his towel. That enormous cock was hanging between his legs, and it made my eyes go wide. The sheer girth of it commanded the whole room. His balls were gigantic, and his dick was still half hard. He had a man's cock, like how you hope yours will turn out someday when you're fully grown.

He looked right at us and crossed his arms, flexing his muscles slightly, making them look more defined than ever in the dim lighting. "Now who wants to lick the pussy juice off my dick?"