Frat Night Forfeit

The bass from the frat house speakers rattled the windows as the game wrapped up in a haze of beer and laughter. I had come to the party hoping for cheap drinks and maybe a hookup, not this twisted dare that left me staring up at the ceiling with a jock named Derek claiming first place. He was all broad shoulders and cocky grin, the kind of guy who knew he owned the room. "Rules are rules, loser," he said, voice low and teasing. "First place gets the throne. You get my ass on your face." The crowd whooped, but I held his gaze, refusing to flinch. "Bring it, pretty boy. Hope you wiped," I shot back, sharp and unbowed. Tension crackled as he stripped off his jeans, revealing a hard cock already twitching with anticipation. He lowered himself, ass hovering, the scent of sweat and musk hitting me first. My tongue flicked out for the first lick—salty, earthy, a bitter tang of unclean skin mixed with lingering soap that hadn't quite reached the depths. Derek groaned, "Fuck, that's it, keep going." The second lick dragged deeper, tasting sour and metallic, the texture rough and warm against my tongue as I traced the rim. "You taste like trouble," I muttered between strokes, voice muffled but defiant. He laughed, grinding down, his cock hard and dripping above me. "And you love it, don't you? Horny little shit." The third lick brought a musky, almost cheesy flavor, thick and pungent, making my own cock stir despite myself. Sweat beaded on his skin, dripping onto my lips as he panted, "Deeper, yeah, just like that." I complied, each pass revealing new layers—bitter sweat, faint ammonia tang, the raw heat of his ass clenching around my tongue. The room spun with the sounds of our panting, his hard length brushing my cheek. "You're good at this," he teased, witty and sharp. "Maybe you lost on purpose." "In your dreams, jock," I replied, pulling back just enough to breathe before diving in again, the next lick wet and slick, cum already leaking from his cock onto my chest. The climax built fast—his ass grinding, my tongue working relentlessly, tasting every filthy inch until he came with a shout, cum spurting hot and thick across my face while I swallowed the last bitter traces from his hole. We both panted, sweating, the air thick with sex. He stood, offering a hand up with a smirk. "Round two later?" The night was far from over.