My Buddy Mike and the Dick Bets 03

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Chapter 3: New Contest

The next day after school, he seemed almost back to normal as we walked home. We smacked each other in the butt a couple times. He even grabbed my dick, trying to give me a boner like the old days.

When we got back to his house, just as I dropped my backpack down, I was about to turn and suggest we have a little wank sesh, when he pounced on me. We were tussling immediately, and he had the upper hand with his surprise attack. I was caught off guard and really had no defense as he grabbed my arm, swept my leg and dropped me immediately.

He sort of knocked the wind out of me when he slammed me on my back. I was slightly dazed, looking up at him through squinted eyes, and I didn’t realize that he had taken his dick out of his shorts. It looked slightly bigger to me, and it had been a few weeks since I’d seen it, so given the rapid nature of our growth spurts, it could have reasonably grown a bit. 

“Did your dick get a little bi—” I started, before he abruptly shoved his dick into my mouth, probing the back of my throat immediately. 

I gagged instantly, and started laughing uncontrollably as I pulled my face away, quickly shoving him off me as I burst out laughing and holding my stomach. “What the fuck bro?”

He looked at me smirking. “New contest, fag.”

I was cracking up and he was laughing as well. I had completely forgotten about being mad at him. It was a rush to have that kind of prank played on me. Maybe things would be going back to normal between us, in some way. He didn’t even explain himself, just let his dick hang out of his boxers as he grabbed his stomach and kept laughing. 

“I don’t know,” he said, catching his breath, “You’re a fag and you loved it.”

I just shook my head, happy that we were at least back to our old sense of humor. We paused for a moment, and he shifted to put his dick away, but I jumped on him, determined to get him back. 

With the surprise factor in my favor now, I had his arms pinned quickly. Without taking off my actual shorts, I shifted to get my hips on his face, since apparently that was the point of this “new contest” of ours. I tried to give him a classic tea bag, or failing that, get my bulge against his face at least, but he was quicker than I was ready for. He successfully evaded my attack.

He got his legs up around my torso and twisted me around in an awkward position, and knocked the wind out of me with his heel in my stomach before he had me on my back again in just a few seconds. He was really a lot stronger than I had realized. We never really squabbled like this before, and even with my wrestling practice, I was not prepared for him. It was like he had been practicing wrestling moves in secret or something. I didn’t resist though, happy that we were at least back to our old sense of humor.

I playfully pushed back against his legs and body as he mounted my face again, and this time he stuck it in and was a bit hard. I made a fake gagging sound, and the look on his face was sort of serious, almost mean. I was letting him do it, but I could see that he was enjoying the idea of forcing me to “take it”. He started to stiffen in my mouth, and I couldn’t help but just stay there and look up at him. I felt confused, submissive, even a little scared of what this was turning into. I tasted something new for a second, a slimy, salty drop in my mouth, and realized it must be pre-cum. My face flushed with heat when I realized that this was actually happening, and I knew I wasn’t going to stop it. He he himself by the base rubbed it against my tongue and the insides of my cheeks while I just held my mouth open for him, trying to make sure my teeth were out of the way. I didn’t apply any suction or rub my tongue around or anything like that, not yet. My heart started to race, just waiting to see what his competitive side was going to do. It was a weird mix of feelings. He was letting me back into his life after having some moody phase requiring distance, but it was like he could only go back to these competitions if he could call me a fag and then prove it somehow by making me suck his dick or something? I didn’t really have time to think about it as the taste of him itself was a shock to my system. It was surprising in that it just tasted like skin. I always thought it would taste horrible, but it was just another piece of Mike. 

He grabbed my hair and shoved into the back of my throat, making me gag for real. I put some pressure on his thighs to let him know it was too much, but he pushed harder, and in a second he was literally stretching my throat open. The feeling was the strangest sensation of my life. 

I was literally choking on Mike’s dick. I couldn’t breathe, but some part of me still wanted to see what he would do if I didn’t resist. I held onto him tightly and tried to balance myself as he pressed in and treated my face like a fleshlight, moving my head up and down by the hair on the back of my head. As my hard-on grew, giving me the weirdest mix of sensations, I only moved a hand from his hip to adjust my own dick. The thick throat juices escaped my mouth and ran down my chin, even coming out of my nose. The tears were dampening my face as well. 

He sighed when he got all the way in, like he was finally satisfied with whatever he was trying to do to me. I felt his balls press firmly against my chin. When my body retched one more time, he pulled out and let me suck in a quick breath. 

“Fuck,” I said, trying to think of what to say, the surreal moment putting me in a state of shock.

He smirked down at me and chuckled. “You love it, gay boy.”

I didn’t know what to say to him. I wasn’t gay, at least I didn’t think I was. But I missed my friend, and if he wanted to use me like that he could’ve just asked. But I could tell in the moment that he only wanted it if he was taking it without asking. I just looked at him for another beat as I caught my breath, and opened my mouth again for him. 

He dove back in with gusto, angling himself to get as deep into my throat as he could. He bounced my face on his crotch like a basketball as I held onto his butt. I could feel his cheeks tensing with each thrust. I found myself even pulling him into me, trying to make it feel better for him.

At one point, he reached down behind himself and found my shorts with his hand. He pulled them along with my underwear until they were down to my knees. I didn’t even realize how hard I had gotten. I was sporting a massive erection. I told myself it was just nerves. I was used to jerking off with him and this just got my wires crossed.

He grabbed it in his fist, holding the back of my head with his other hand, and gave me one firm stroke while he continued fucking me face. 

“You’re so hard from getting used like a girl,” he said. “I always knew you were a fag.”

I had a natural retort to being called a fag, but with his dick stuffed into my throat, it only came out as a loose, distant groan, further muffled with the gurgling of juices coming out of my face. 

He reached lower and found my ass. I lifted my legs for him to have access to whatever he wanted, and I felt him squeeze my cheeks. I could tell he was sizing up my muscle gains that were apparent on my recently developed glutes. Whether from jealousy or general horniness, he continued rubbing and squeezing them for another minute before sticking his fingers between my cheeks and finding my hole. 

“You probably wish you were getting fucked,” he said, probing me with a finger. I didn’t respond, my eyes closed, focused on letting him do whatever he wanted to me, letting him have some fun if it meant I got to have jizz sessions with my buddy again. It didn’t have to make sense, it just had to work. I needed my friend to have a good time with this, even if it meant taking his cock down my throat and his finger in my ass just to let him have some sort of “win”. I also couldn’t deny that I didn’t hate it, this weird, emotionally cathartic sense of urgency having my body used by another guy.

“I’m gonna cum,” he suddenly said, both his hands returning to my head as he shoved me down harder than before. I just groaned again as he fucked my face with the back of my head against the rug, his hips slamming against my jaw as his cock stretched me open. The feeling was so strange. It felt urgent. I couldn’t breathe, I had the sensation that I was choking, my throat was stretched out like I was swallowing a baseball bat, and a dude’s surprisingly defined abs were sweating on my face and slamming into me like I was getting beaten up. I had to fight against my instincts just to let him keep doing what he was doing.

“Fuck I’m really gonna cum,” he reiterated. 

It finally hit me that there was nowhere for his cum to go except down my throat. The idea freaked me out more than anything else. It was the nastiest thing I could possibly imagine, and he was about to insert his seed into my stomach directly. Still, something in me just let him do what he was going to do. I gripped his hips and ass harder with my hands and added weight to his thrusts, pulling him into my face.

Soon his thrusts got sporadic and lost their rhythm. He exhaled sharply, and I could feel his dick get even bigger than it was before, and as hard as steel, before it started pulsing rapidly. I knew what was happening, all the signs of a male orgasm. I didn’t taste a thing as his rod pumped spurt after spurt of his victory juice down my throat. The pulses stretched me further, and I stifled another gag as he held me down until his pulsing stopped completely. 

He let me breathe after a minute, and I coughed into my hand and wiped my face as he sat back on his heels, catching his breath.

“Dude, what the…”, I started, looking over at him through teary eyes and a slimy, hot, red face, coughing until I could form a full sentence. But something changed in me as I watched him wipe himself off, catching his breath as he tucked his dick and balls back into his pants. I wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed. Mike had gotten off with me again, albeit in a strange and unexpected way, so I just looked up at him as I cleared my throat again, trying to make my head feel normal again until I was ready to speak.

“Did that,” I said, wondering what I was even going to say, “...Did that feel good?”

He chuckled and put a hand on my back, rubbing like it was in a caring way. “How’d my dick taste?” 

I laughed, for some reason not expecting that kind of question.

“Not as bad as you’d think,” I said, shrugging. “I didn’t even taste your jizz actually. I can’t believe you actually jizzed in my throat, though. Not in a million years would I expect that.”

He shrugged, matching my energy. “I didn’t think I would either, until I was in there.”

“Are you ok, by the way?” I asked, looking him in the eye. “I felt like you hated me for some reason recently.”

“You kidding?” he said, looking legitimately confused. “I love you, man. You’re like my best friend.”

“You’re just kind of crazy aren’t you?” I said, risking a little haughtiness since he called me his “best friend”.

“Hey,” he said, as if changing the subject, “Just realized. Which of us do you think would have the better tasting jizz?”

“Oh my god,” I said, shaking my head as I started to realize what he was suggesting. We really were back to our old ways again.