My Best Friend Dared Me to Eat His Ass

*All characters in this story are 18+*

I leaned closer, still catching my breath, still not totally believing he’d done it. That he’d taken my cock in his mouth like that. That my best friend who swore up and down he was straight, was still sitting on my couch with spit on his lips and my taste in his mouth.

“Next dare’s mine,” I said, voice low.
Zack looked at me. “Already?”
I nodded. “Yup.”

Then I said it, right into his ear—soft, but not gentle.
“Bet you won’t let me eat your ass.”

Zack’s entire body stiffened.
He blinked. “You’re serious?”
“You think I’d waste a dare?”

“Dude—” His voice cracked. “What even—like… how?”

I stood up, slow. My cock was still wet, my skin flushed, my legs a little shaky. But I moved to the floor in front of him like I’d done it a hundred times. My knees hit the carpet. I looked up.

He was sprawled on the couch, legs parted, sweat on his forehead.

“You don’t have to do anything,” I said. “Just lean back.”

Zack stared at me, eyes wide. He looked like he didn’t know whether to bolt or just melt.

“I’ve never…” he started, voice hoarse. “No one’s ever—”
I placed a hand on his thigh, firm.
“I know. That’s why I wanna be the first.”

He blinked again, lips parted. And I watched it hit him—the full weight of what I’d just said. What I was about to do. What he’d already done. The same guy who’d dared me to send him a nude. The same guy who’d just sucked my dick like it was a dare he couldn’t turn down.

He swallowed hard. “Cam…”

I didn’t answer. I just slipped my hands under the waistband of his shorts. Tugged them down slow. No rush. Let him feel the moment stretch.His boxers went with them. His dick sprang free—harder than I expected.

Zack flinched like he wanted to cover it, but he didn’t move. Just let me strip him down, cock out, balls heavy, thighs trembling. I kissed his inner thigh first. Not his dick. Not yet. Just the soft skin right there, where he was most sensitive. He jerked, a little shocked.

“Cam—fuck—”

I held him steady with both hands, my thumbs brushing over his hips. “Relax.”

It was weird watching him squirm. This was Zack—the guy who always had something cocky to say, who chirped at me during games, who never got flustered. But now? His breath was ragged. His cock was leaking. His hands were clenched tight on the couch cushions.

I kissed higher.
Then higher.
He gasped when I pushed his legs a little wider.
He let it happen.

I guided them up, slowly, gently—knees bent, feet on the edge of the couch cushions. His thighs trembled. And I ducked between them.

“You ever even touch yourself here?” I asked, my voice low, almost teasing.
No,” he breathed. “I mean… not like that. Not for real.”
I grinned. “You’re about to find out what you’ve been missing.”

I kissed just below his balls first. Slow. Letting my lips trail heat across his skin. Then I licked a little lower. Not rushing. Just letting it build. Letting him feel everything.

Zack made a sound I’d never heard from him before. Something raw. His whole body jerked.

“Holy shit—”
I kept going.

My tongue pressed in, warm and slick, teasing the rim before I even got serious. His thighs tensed. His hands went to his face like he didn’t want to see himself losing it. But I saw him. All of him.

And he was falling apart.
“Cam—oh my—fuck—”
I moaned into him.

He bucked.
His hole clenched around nothing, then relaxed. He was shaking.
I pushed my tongue deeper.

Zack’s hand slammed into the couch cushion beside him like he was holding on for dear life. His other hand went to the back of my head, fingers flexing like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to pull me away or shove me closer.

“You okay?” I mumbled into him.
His voice was fucked. “Don’t stop.”
So I didn’t.

I went deeper. Slower. Tongue circling, stroking, tasting.
His moans got louder. Messier. His cock twitched in the open air, leaking like crazy, untouched but begging. And I stayed right there. On my knees. Tongue buried inside my best friend’s ass while he lost his goddamn mind above me.

Eventually he couldn’t take it. “Cam—shit—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

I pulled back right before he did.
His cock pulsed. And he came. Hard. Without a single touch. Just from my mouth on his ass. Cum hit his stomach, his chest, his hand. It was messy. Wild. Like he’d never cum that hard in his life.

When it was over, Zack lay there. Panting. Stunned. I climbed up onto the couch beside him. Pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Still straight?” I whispered.

He didn’t answer. Just laid there, blinking at the ceiling, like he didn’t know who he was anymore.

I smirked. Grabbed his phone off the coffee table again, tossed it into his lap.
He caught it, blinking slow, like he was waking up from a dream he didn’t wanna leave.

“Your turn, Zack,” I said.
He hesitated. Fingers trembling. Breath uneven. Then he opened our texts.

Typed.
Showed me the screen.

“Bet you won’t fuck me.”