The Second Blowjob

Nervously, you get out of your car and ring Bob's doorbell. You can't believe you're about to blow your best friend. Of course, you always knew that it was a possibility when you agreed to the challenge - Hell, you knew it was a possibility when you agreed to the game in the first place! But you're still shocked that it has come to this. Perhaps you just grew way too cocky after seeing Bob on his knees doing you, prematurely believing your dominance was established. Dominance, that's a funny word to think. Is that what this game has become about? Or are we still just two dudes having fun?

Bob grins when he sees your face. "I know exactly how you feel, but don't expect any pity out of me. This day, I'm the top dog!"

"This day? You mean these next 2 minutes."

"Oh, no, no, no, don't get your hopes up. You gave away your trick last time - I blew two loads today already! You're going to be on your knees for a long, long time." Two loads? How the Hell does he have so much energy?

As you get down on your knees, you remember that this won't be an ordinary blowjob: "I've never stuck anything down my throat before, so you better be gentle with me."

"Oh, don't worry. I may be hung, but I'm sure you can fit my 8 incher down your little throat!" Fuck, he's getting annoying. He leans over to you and starts to whisper "If you need to use it, my safe word is ' I'm a loser! ' "

"Aha, great! So should I say that before I start, or after I've bitten it off?"

"Hey!" Got him. "No teeth! Seriously, don't even fucking joke about it!"

"Any more rules? Maybe you want me in a fucking ballerina costume? Or can we finally get this shit over with."

"No more rules," He smiles. Then dramatically: "You may begin."

You fish his penis out and give a huff of disappointment. The wanker isn't even hard!

"The fuck am I supposed to do with this?"

"I don't know, just put it in your mouth or something."

"No - find a porno to watch on the TV," You ask, hoping he'll take pity on you. Fortunately, he does, picking up the remote and pulling up a random video.

You grab the flimsy shaft in your fingers and stick the tip in your mouth, moving your lips around his head. You hope he doesn't make you go any further down, or you'll be getting a nose-full of hair. Luckily, the porno is having an effect (it has to be the porno, right?), and he's rapidly stiffening in your mouth. You have to readjust your angle to make yourself more comfortable as you find your neck stretching upwards with his growing erection. Soon he is at full mast, and you notice that instead of holding him with just your fingers, you're now only barely able to do so with your fist.

A rhythm soon develops, with you slowly taking his prick from the touch of your lips to the tip of your throat and back. This isn't that bad, you think, it doesn't even taste like anything. But when he grabs the back of your head, it's clear he wants more.

Slowly, he lowers you down. The tip gliding over your tongue, up to your throat, and then inside it. You start to gag, and grab Bob's thighs trying to lift yourself off, but it doesn't work. He has much more leverage in his position, and it looks like you're just going to have to take it. It doesn't hurt, but you feel yourself getting weaker and weaker as you find you can't breathe. Tears start to flow from your eyes before he finally let's go and you come flying off, spit flying everywhere.

"Oh yeah, that's wonderful! I'm having fun, how about you?" The ass teases as you find yourself bent over trying to catch your breath.

"You do realize this is all gonna bite you in the ass next game, right?"

"Dude! Not funny! Get back to work." You let him guide you back to his manhood, and prepare yourself for the next round.

It lasts about half an hour, your jaw so sore by the end, you fear you'll have trouble eating. Then he slams you down to his balls, four inches of hard cock in your throat as he starts pumping you with his seed.

"I'm cumming! Yeah, taste my cum!" He exclaims as his climax passes. Luckily, he was deep in your throat at the time, and you don't have to taste anything.

You stand up and look at Bob, reclining on the sofa, a look of pure bliss on his face. You envy him, remembering the way you felt last time, when the roles were reversed.

But as you're brushing your teeth in your friend's bathroom, you have to admit that wasn't as horrible as you had been expecting it to be. Sure, you had to gag for a bit, and your jaw hurts more than ever, but you can't deny that there was some animalistic sexual pleasure you derived from the way Bob abused your throat. From being dominated by a stronger man.

You send the thoughts from your head and head downstairs, knowing that it is your turn to choose the next game.