You look at the huge cock with barely disguised revulsion. You're not gay. You've had several girlfriends, and had sex with a couple of them, and you've never had the slightest interest in guys. And yet... what choice do I have?

You lean in reluctantly, forcing yourself to close the distance before your more rational self can voice another objection. Your lips press against Derek's cock.

You draw back immediately, blinking disbelievingly. Did you really just do that? You tentatively lick your lips. It's... actually not as bad as you thought it would be. You lick them again, more thoroughly now, carefully judging the taste. It's salty and hot and ever so slightly bitter.

You kiss Derek's cock again, letting your lips linger. Before you can draw back, Derek places a hand on top of your head. He doesn't apply any ****, but it serves as a visceral reminder of the power he has over you. It proves sufficiently distracting that you don't notice your lips parting until his glans has already begun poking inwards.

"Ohh, yeah..." He groans.

You freeze, eyes wide, but don't pull away. You've only got the very tip in between your lips now, and the thought of taking the rest fills you with dread. God, why does it have to be so big? Thanks to your efforts it's at least 8 inches long now, probably closer to 9, and thick enough that your fingertips would not be able to touch if you wrapped your hand around it. In comparison, your own very average prick might as well be a toothpick.

You don't know if you can fit it, but you have **** but to try. You admit more of the huge bulb into your mouth and feel the tip make contact with your tongue.

Derek groans in pleasure. "Fuck yeah, keep doing that!"

Your lips part further and further, stretching your aching jaw, but finally you manage to take all of the fat head into your mouth. When you lick a slimy drop from the little hole at the tip, you realize right away what you're tasting. His pre-cum! He likes it!

You give it an experimental suck, extracting another drop, and swallow it down automatically.

Derek's hips begin to rock, silently encouraging you to take more.

And you do. The massive shaft sinks deeper, inch by inch, sliding across your tongue and leaving a trail of pre-cum behind. You can feel the veins bulge against your lips and tongue. When you flick your tongue against it, you're rewarded with another groan of pleasure. Your cheeks flush with unwanted arousal and your heart skips a beat.

I'm sucking a cock!

You've never been so confused in your entire life. It should feel disgusting. It definitely grossed you out when you started, but now... well, what's the point? It's not like I have a choice, so I might as well make the best of it, right?

It's a weak rationalization, and part of you knows it. That's not the part of you that's in charge right now, though, and so you take another inch into your mouth and finally feel the tip poking against the entrance to your throat.

"Oh, yeah, that's it. God, that feels amazing!" Derek rumbles.

A surge of pride wells up in your chest. Watch this, you offer silently. You take a deep breath through your nose, then push further, feeling the big glans pop into your throat.

You only last for an instant before your body violently expels the foreign invader. You draw back, coughing and gagging, noting your saliva on Derek's shaft through teary eyes. God, I still only barely managed to get halfway. There's no way I can take it all!

Derek gives you the moment you need to recover, but then gently urges you back to his cock. The question—the demand?—in his eyes no less clear for being unspoken: more.

You give in, hating yourself for not mustering more resistance. The first inches are almost easy now and you relish the feeling of the huge meaty shaft stretching your jaw muscles. You pause briefly to gather your composure, then let Derek's cock slide into your throat again. This time, you know what to expect and you try as hard as you can to **** your throat to accept the thick intruder. Despite your efforts, your eyes mist over. You blink rapidly to clear your vision and twin tears roll down your cheek, but... I'm doing it!