My Lost Epitaph

Justin sputters, “Bro, what if my parents come home? What the fuck am I supposed to say to them?”

Danny waves him off and says, “They’re gone for the weekend, dude. They’re not coming back.” 

Justin shakes his head and mutters something about being grateful his parents don’t have cameras in the backyard. The rest of us get out of the pool, and I go to lie down on one of the pool chairs, hoping to tan the places that never get any sun. 

“Will, truth or dare?” Nick taunts, sitting down next to me. 

“What? I just went, it should be Justin’s turn or yours.” 

“Fine,” he huffs. “Justin, truth or dare?” he asks, turning to Justin, who’s on his other side. 

“Umm, truth.” Justin replies. 

“Booo!” Nick gives him a thumbs down. “What’s the gayest shit you’ve ever done?”

Justin’s face pales and he stammers, “The fuck? I… I haven’t done gay shit.” 

Matt snorts from the grill and with a grin asks, “So what do you call cuddling up to me that one time we shared a hotel bed and I woke up to your boner pressing up against my cheeks?”

Justin’s face falls, and he hisses, “I told you that was an accident. I can’t control my morning wood.” 

We all burst out laughing, except for Justin, who looks at the pool like he’s contemplating whether he can drown himself in there. But then he snaps out of it and turns his gaze to Nick. “Nick, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Nick says confidently. 

Justin gives him a look, and I already know this isn’t going to be good. Justin is usually the more responsible one, but he gets a little crazy when he feels he’s backed into a corner. “Nick, I dare you to give Will head until he comes.” 

My eyes go wide, and Danny and Matt stop chattering by the grill to look at us. Nick’s got this stunned expression on his face, looking back and forth between me and the evil smile on Justin’s face. 

“Dude… You know I can’t turn down a dare,” Nick says softy. 

There is no fucking way he’s sucking my cock. Is he?

For the first time ever, I think Nick is going to give in and call it quits. Until he slowly gets up from his chair and sits on the edge of mine, right between my legs. My cock twitches from the proximity, his eyes flicking between my dick and my eyes, like he’s not sure if he should even look at me. But finally his eyes lock with mine and I give him a subtle nod, not really thinking through what I just gave him permission to do. 

Nick leans in close, one arm balancing his weight between my legs while his free hand reaches out and gently grabs my shaft. His fingers wrap around my length, gently stroking it to life. The fact that my best friend has his hand around my dick is weird enough, but my cock should not be responding the way it is. 

He’s a guy, what the hell is wrong with my penis?

Within seconds, I’m fully hard, all six inches standing at attention as Nick moves his fist up and down, his thumb teasing the underside of the head, massaging the bundle of nerves there. 

A low groan escapes me, and I lean my head back for half a second before I feel something wet across my crown, only to see Nick’s tongue tentatively swiping against it, like he’s licking a popsicle for the first time. 

The others have gotten closer to us—even Matt, grill forgotten again—their cocks suspiciously plumper than they had been a few minutes ago. But my attention is dragged back to what’s happening between my legs when Nick takes my entire head in his mouth, softly sucking on it, eliciting another moan from me. Pleasure sparks throughout my body, and my stomach feels like it’s doing cartwheels. 

Nick draws his eyes up to me as he continues to suck, his tongue swirling around the crown before teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue, lapping up my precum. My hands fly into his hair, fingers threading through his locks, and his eyes bore into me as he takes me deeper, silently asking if he’s doing okay. 

“Fuck, Nick,” I gasp, tightening my grip on his hair. I want to tell him he’s doing amazing, but it shouldn’t feel this good getting head from a guy, should it? I mean, I’ve had my fair share of girls suck me off, but this is next level. 

And it only gets better as he slowly takes in more of my length into his mouth, inch by inch until the blunt head is hitting the back of his throat, causing him to gag and pull away. But the loss of his mouth around me has me pushing him back down a second later while he strokes what he can’t take with his hand. 

I can see in my periphery that the others are completely hard now, Danny openly stroking himself while Justin and Matt are holding back somehow—though their cocks are shiny with precum. 

Then Nick surprises me by sinking lower onto my cock again, this time without gagging. His nose brushes against my trimmed pubes before he swallows, his throat constricting around me, pushing me over the edge. I warn him I’m coming, but the first jet of cum erupts in his mouth before he can pull off. He strokes me through my orgasm, his fist furiously fucking me up and down as I explode all over myself, painting my chest and abs. 

Nick doesn’t stop stroking me until I’m completely spent and oversensitive. I grab his wrist to stop him, and we lock eyes again. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins at me. “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be... Now, Will, it’s your turn, truth or dare?”

I stare at him, stunned. He’s acting like him sucking my dick is no big deal. But I shake it off. If that’s how he wants to play it, then fine. “Dare,” I tell him. 

He gives me a devilish grin. “I dare you to let us come all over you.”