Resistance is futile

After once again managing to avoid a shared shower, the night went without incident. The two of us played video games and talked shit until crashing out well after midnight. All was well, that was, until I awoke with a start, Tristan on top of me, pinning me down.

It took several moments before I realised what was happening and just as a protest began to rise in my throat, I felt it. Tristan's thick cock slid against mine, hard and hot, even through the material of my boxers. My cock throbbed against his and my protest slipped out as a confused whimper. Tristan put his finger to my lips as if to silence me, and then he rolled his hips again, his dick seeming to dwarf my own even as I began to respond to his attention, quickly becoming fully hard. I would like to believe it was due to the shock that I didn't push him away... sometimes I still tell myself that but deep down I know. Something flickered inside me that night, a curiosity... a deep, long-ignored need that was awoken by the unfamiliar experience of being at another man's mercy. A realisation that perhaps being beneath a bigger, better man was exactly where I belonged.

Tristan's next thrust made me gasp and his finger slipped between my parted lips. Again, I should have resisted, should have tried to wriggle away but his movements had intensified and I was beginning to lose myself to the rapidly building pleasure. By this stage he was openly fucking my inferior cock with his, probing my mouth with his fingers as he watched me squirm beneath him. The climax rose quickly, my twitching cock straining against my boxers as Tristan brought me to the edge. I closed my eyes just before it hit and realised I was sucking on his finger like a slut, and the shame I felt only intensified the orgasm that hit me a moment later. I cried out as I pumped jet after jet of cum into my underwear, Tristan slowing and grinding me gently through my climax.

Before I knew what was happening I felt Tristan move and suddenly he was straddling me, my arms pinned beneath his legs as he knelt over my chest. I opened my eyes to see his big, thick cock swaying right in front of my face and rather than try to pull away I simply stared at it, entranced. He stroked himself purposefully and in that moment I knew what was coming, yet I did nothing to try to stop it. I watched the tip of his cock swell ominously, the hole flaring before the first spurt shot out. I closed my eyes again, clenching them shut as he painted my face, his orgasm seeming to last forever as his cum coated me. The smell was overwhelming and I could even taste a little on my tongue which I was surprised to find did not taste as bad as I thought it might. I lay there, stunned as Tristan rose with a chuckle.

"Mmmm, I knew you'd like it... and you look so pretty like that. Come and get cleaned up and if you're lucky I will give you some more."

I heard him leave the room and ventured to open an eye which was half plastered shut with drying cum. My own breath thundered in my ears as the reality of what just happened hit me. My friend had basically just fucked me, forcing me to cum with his bigger, harder cock. Not only that, but he had facialised me like some cheap porno whore, claimed me in the most emasculating way possible. A strange combination of wonder and dread began to spread from my gut as I struggled to come to terms with what it all meant. Why had I let it happen? Why didn't I fight back? Why was I still rock hard? As these questions swam in my mind I reached up and wiped some of the cum from my face, amazed at how much there was, staring dazedly at the smooth, slick substance as it shimmered on my fingers. In that moment I felt an almost irresistible compulsion to lick it, to taste more. To just give in and let myself enjoy this strange new development in all its depravity. My cock throbbed as I imagined sucking my fingers clean, then scooping up more to do it again. It was an intoxicating thought that got stronger and stronger the more I stared. I knew that before me was a life altering choice... a tantalising one. Could I really do it? Let myself go and give myself up to my friend? Where would it lead? Where would it end?

When my lips parted and I felt my friend's cum tingle upon the tip of my tongue I knew... I was about to find out.