I made a bet with my heterosexual friend that whoever loses has to give a blowjob.

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

There was always something about Lucas that intrigued me.

It wasn't just his perfectly sculpted body—although I couldn't take my eyes off his broad shoulders, defined chest muscles, and flat stomach. It was also his confidence, his carefree laugh that made me want to be around him. Always.

That afternoon, we were sitting in his living room, surrounded by soft cushions and empty energy drink bottles. Lucas, as usual, was shirtless, wearing only shorts. His skin glistened slightly in the afternoon light streaming through the window.

I bit my lip, pretending to be focused on the game.

The console vibrated in my hands, but my thoughts were elsewhere.

I always let him win — I liked it when he laughed, glancing at me from under his tousled hair. I liked having an excuse to come back.

This time, however, something had changed.

Lucas laughed, nudged me with his shoulder, and said,

“Bet: whoever loses gives the winner a blow job.”

I froze.

He just kept laughing, confident, sure of his victory.

My heart raced, and I felt a familiar heat in my stomach.

“What? Are you scared?” He raised his eyebrow provocatively.

“No way,” I replied, clenching my fingers tighter on the controller.

The game started.

And this time I was really playing.

I could feel sweat running down my back as I got closer to winning. Lucas muttered curses under his breath, his muscles tensing every time he tried to catch up with me.

And finally — victory.

He looked at me, raised his eyebrows, and his smile slowly turned into something... difficult to read.

“Really?” he said, pretending to be disappointed. But I knew — I knew him too well — that he was also excited.

He was honorable. He knew he had to keep his word.

I watched him put down the pad, wipe his face with his hand, laughing nervously.

“Okay, Matt... I promised.”

My heart was beating like crazy as I sprawled out on the couch, sliding my shorts down to my knees. My body reacted faster than I expected—my cock sprang free, hard and throbbing with excitement. I was ready. More than I'd ever been.

Lucas knelt between my legs, looking up at me—his eyes slightly confused but filled with something else. Curiosity?

His hands hesitated for a second before confidently wrapping around me at the base.

I closed my eyes as I felt his lips touch me for the first time.

Warm. Wet. Careful.

Lucas started slowly, as if testing how far he could go. I felt his lips move across my skin, his tongue timidly brushing me from below.

I moaned softly, unable to stop myself.

I wanted more.

So, resting my hand on the back of his neck, I began to gently guide him deeper.

Lucas obediently surrendered to my lead, his movements becoming more confident, more fluid.

I could feel his breath on my stomach, feel the tension building with every second.

I looked down.

His face was wonderfully focused.

His cheeks were flushed.

And I was close.

Very close.

When I felt the familiar tremor running through my body, without thinking, I held his head with both hands, guiding him even deeper.

Lucas sighed in surprise, but he didn't pull back.

With a moan, more uncontrollable than ever, I came in his mouth, feeling his throat move as he swallowed everything I gave him.

It was intense. Wildly intimate.

I collapsed back onto the couch, trembling slightly.

Lucas wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his expression inscrutable.

“Matt...” he began softly, but then our eyes met and no words were necessary.

We knew.

Something had changed.

And we both wanted it.