Smash Bros Bets

Everyone is 18 and fully consenting.

My brother’s friend, Trevor was in a special mood. I wasn’t that close with him, but we were the only two left awake after everyone had crashed. The couches were full of dudes, as were a few spots on the floor around our basement. He and I were playing smash bros, and we were about even on wins. He was wearing these thin sweatpants, red and grey design on them and no shirt. He had a big bulge, much bigger than any of my friends. I remember feeling really curious to see how big it was, or how big it could get. I pushed the thought away since I wasn’t gay. 

I was shirtless too, wearing my basketball shorts. He started scratching his balls over his shorts every few minutes, sort of adjusting his cock like it needed breathing room. I glanced down subconsciously every time he reached for it. And I saw him smirk once. He caught me. 

“Wanna bet on the next round?” he asked casually as we were picking players.

“Like for dares?” I replied.

He chuckled, “sure.”

“Loser flashes their cock,” he said. I felt a pang in my stomach. My eyes stayed on the screen. I saw him look at me in the corner of my eye. I just nodded.

He actually lost the first round, and before I even said anything he whipped down his sweats and let his big, floppy dick fall out. My eyes went wide, and I looked around to make sure everyone was still sleeping before I looked back at his large package. It was so much bigger than mine. His balls were big too, and I gulped as I stared, out of weird nerves. It was far from the first dick I’d seen, but there was a certain tension since I didn’t know him that well and he was being really ballsy with me. I was having fun, and I felt a nervous smile on my face. I adjusted my dick since I got some blood flow down there too. 

His cock was distracting my whole brain, and I started to get worse at smash bros. I lost the next one, and the dare was to flash my butt. He gave me a little spank that made me jump. I hadn't expected a touch, and it was funny, but also kind of wild in a way. We were eighteen, and our teenage hormones were taking over. 

I lost again on the next one, and the penalty was to kiss his butt cheek. I looked at his teen jock ass as he grabbed my head and pressed it into the juicy cheek. There was just a thin layer of sweat, but I puckered up and gave it a kiss as it was mashed into my face. I was internally starting to love whatever this was, as weird as that sounds. It was a slow build toward being wild, all right next to a bunch of sleeping guys. He was a masculine guy, compared to me, and he had the body I was hoping I would have in a couple years.

He plopped his butt back down and announced yet another escalation. "Next loser kisses the winner's cock."

I physically flinched at that one. Kiss, he had said. Kissing a cock. The idea sort of stunned me. I laughed when he said it, but I felt a pull in my groin and realized it was actually going to be fun, and scary, regardless of who won.

"I'm not gay," I whispered.

"Sure you're not," he taunted.

When I lost the next round, he whipped it out immediately. It was bigger than the last time, plumping up a bit. True to my word, I leaned over and kissed it, right on the thick, sweaty shaft. It was large and the smell struck me. It was the end of a long night, and he had that sweaty male musk. His big hog curved over his large, grapefruit sized nut sack. He was circumcised and his pink head was the size of a tangerine even though it wasn't hard. Maybe it was half hard. When I was up close in his junk, I noticed I had never seen the slightly lighter pubes of a blonde guy before. Every pussy I had seen had been clean shaven.

Of course, he was energized by that, and the next escalation was the big one. “Next loser sucks the winner’s dick.” I turned to look at him in shock. A bet for a blowjob was… a lot. I got so nervous I could barely speak. He just smirked and flashed me his cock again, as if that was going to make me agree. 

“I’m not [gulp] gay,” I stuttered out.

“Then win,” he said, his cocky grin beckoning me.

I nodded. I gulped, knowing I was fully consenting to whatever was about to happen. Hell, I thought to myself, maybe he'll have to suck MY dick. I even smiled a bit. It would be a fitting end to his dominant demeanor throughout the night if he had to put my cock in his mouth. I leaned forward, ready to throw my whole balls into this next round.

I was actually up for a bit, but then he pulled his sweats down and hooked the waistband under his balls. I saw the big cock sitting there and started laughing, and he laughed too. The guy on the couch behind us stirred. I shook my head and tried to focus.

But, of course, he had gotten into my head, and I lost at the last second. 

He teased me immediately, taking out his cock and wiggling it around. The other guys, who were cool and older than me, were still sleeping, thankfully. I was so nervous. He started wagging his dick around in the air, almost helicoptering it, and beckoning me with his eyes to suck it. I shook my head, what the fuck have I done? I knew I had lost the bet, but I was still assuming that at the last second he would tell me to do something else instead.

But alas, he stood up and pressed his hips forward, putting his long, hanging dick in my face. I looked around again, trying to make sure everyone was still sleeping. I flinched when he tapped his dick on my cheek. 

I was turning red and felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest. But I had consented to this, and I could’ve changed my mind at any time. Yet, I just stared at his big fat cock as he slowly got harder and harder. He leaned down into my ear. “Get on your knees, bitch.” 

I did it, my pleading eyes looking up at him. His body looked even more muscular from down here. I looked past his abs to his big pecs. He was flexing his body for me, making me feel even more small and submissive. He reached down with one big hand, wrapping my jaw and squishing my cheeks while he alternated wiggling and rubbing his growing fat cock with his other hand. He stuck a thumb in my mouth and pressed it against the inside of my cheek, and then my tongue, just rubbing around and feeling the wetness of my mouth while I looked him in the eye. I felt so submissive. It was a strange mix of fun, taboo and a raging fear that the other guys were going to wake up. He slowly pressed the big fat head of his cock against my lips, then quickly inserted the head. I remember thinking the taste was just skin, but with a layer of musky ball sweat. Not bad at all.

He pulled it out with a wet pop sound. And the guy closest to us on the couch stirred in his sleep, turning over onto his back. 

“Please,” I said, “can we just… go upstairs?” 

He smirked and tapped his leaking dick on my mouth a couple more times, then pulled his sweats back over his tented junk and nodded his head toward the stairs. Thank god.

I followed him upstairs while his juicy ass bounced in front of me in those thin sweatpants with no underwear. I had to admit this whole thing was intriguing me, and it was sort of a carte blanche that I had the cover story that it was just for a bet. 

On the way upstairs, my mind went through a bit of weird logic loops. Honestly, I had never wanted to suck a dick before. I had the chance to explore that any time my buddies got rowdy and pulled their dicks out, jerked off in the same room, compared dick sizes. All that shit. We’d done every broey semi-gay thing you could imagine over the years and never actually did anything gay. I had been with girls, even gotten blowjobs from a girl I dated for a while. But Trevor had convinced me, and somehow I consented to literally sucking his dick for the sake of a bet. He must’ve clocked something in me before I even realized it myself. 

He went into my brother’s bedroom, I guess since he knew where it was.  

When I walked in he was leaning against my brother’s desk. His sweatpants were hanging low on his hips. He had enviable V-lines that stood out on his thin waist. His upper body was so toned, and it was naturally hairless. He lifted his arms and flexed/stretched as he watched me approach him, and I saw his dick flicker in his sweats. 

I stood in front of him. He just waited. I was not going to move things forward. That was up to him. 

“You ready to suck my dick?” he said in an almost cocky way. 

“No,” I said, but I smiled. 

“I think you want to,” he said. 

I just looked at him. He pulled his sweatpants down and it flopped out again. Almost as hard as before. It looked so full. He hooked the waistband under his balls and flexed his dick a couple times. It was a bit hypnotic. 

“You want my fat cock in your mouth,” he said like it was a fact. I just paused.

“You’re hard,” he said. I looked down and noticed I was tenting the shit out of my shorts. 

“That’s not…” I said, but didn’t even know what to say beyond that. 

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” he said. I didn’t really like hearing that. He gave me an out. Now I really was gay if I went through with it. 

“What’s my other option?” I asked, but my eyes never left his pulsing cock. 

“You can…” he paused like he was thinking, then smirked. “Just let me fuck you.”

I smiled. Not because I wanted to get fucked, but because he gave me another excuse to suck his dick. It was technically the less gay option now. I rolled my eyes, sort of just to react to his wild suggestion. Then I got down on my knees, and looked the monster in the face. 

I leaned forward, and I could smell balls. I never minded the smell of my own balls. I would always smell my hand after I scratched myself, and his honestly wasn’t very different. His was a little extra musky if anything. I grabbed his dick by the base, and I felt it fill in my hands. He got rock hard within seconds as I just held the base of him. He put a hand on the side of my head and ran it through my hair. There was more light now, and I could see every vein of the big hog. 

He put a hand on the back of my head. “The bet was for a blowjob.”

I pulled away from his hand and sat back on the bed. A little smile curled my lips, then his face mirrored mine. He stepped forward and let his sweats fall to his ankles. I could see his whole body now. A male body, naked, his dick in my face. I was in the submissive position, and I was suddenly at ease with the whole idea.

I closed my eyes and leaned forward to lick the large head. More sweaty skin. I opened my jaw and pushed forward, really tasting it now, head and shaft.  I always thought a guy’s dick would be a horrible thing to taste, but it was like licking a big thumb, not really a big deal at all. His size was the only issue, as I opened wider and enveloped the big, red mushroom with my wet mouth. 

He won the bet, so he gets some oral pleasure. Simple as that.

My cheeks hollowed as I pressed my head onto his throbbing meat pole. He let out a sigh and put both his hands on my head. He had clearly gotten head from lots of girls, as he knew really well how to guide my mouth on him. One reminder to avoid teeth was all I needed, and I was bobbing my head on him instinctively, rubbing his shaft with my tongue. I grabbed his ass to pull him in deeper, and he helped by humping my face. He got closer to pushing into my throat every time, but I would gag when he would get too close. I pushed through it, and eventually got him into my throat for a few seconds at a time. 

His grunts got closer together and his dick was hard as a rock and swelling even bigger. His balls were swinging wildly and banging against my chin and neck.

“You’re about to take a load, like a good little faggot,” he said between breaths, sounding even more cocky than before, almost dominant.

I hadn’t even thought about the cum. I wasn’t sure if that was a line too far, but I was in it deep now and didn’t plan on stopping. He held my head down, and a second later he was dumping his load directly into my stomach. I had one hand on his ass and the other on his hip. We were basically holding each other tightly. 

He pulled out and let me breathe. I looked up at him. He looked more serious now. 

“How was that?” he asked, seeming actually a bit curious.

“Not as bad as I thought it would be,” I replied as I wiped my face, my voice hoarse.

“You seemed to enjoy it,” he said, pulling up his sweats over his slimy cock, leaving wet spots carelessly all over his crotch.

“Shut the fuck up,” I said. We both chuckled. 

We went downstairs together, and luckily everyone was still asleep. We laid down not far from each other with blankets and pillows. He turned away from me and seemed to fall asleep quickly. I just looked at him for a bit. That was such a raw experience, and now it was just quiet. I quietly jerked off into my sock, then I played on my phone a bit until I passed out. 

I woke up in the middle of the night with a nudge on my shoulder. I blinked a few times in the dark, and looked over to see Trevor holding his big, hard dick.

“I can’t sleep. Can you do me one more time?”