Crew's Dare
It started as kind of a dare, really.
I had never been brave enough to make the first move in anything, really, so I had come to feeling a bit on the neglected side.
All right, that's putting it mildly: I was in my junior year and worried I was going to finish college a virgin.
Maybe there were guys out there who thought I was their type, but I just didn't see a lot of love for scaly guys at WCU. If I got noticed at all, it was usually people making fun: while my arms weren't quite as small as those of my feral counterparts, the stereotypical T-rex feature was prominent enough in me to attract the occasional nickname. This month I was "The Donald" to my compatriots on the soccer team--some kind of duck joke, I guess?--the name would surely change as soon as something more clever occurred to them.
The dare came about as the year was drawing to a close, when I was talking about certain fantasies with a teammate on a study break.
"You should totally do it," Crew said, the boar's subtle Russian accent almost as exciting as the prospect of what he was proposing.
"But--in front of the whole team? It'd only take one of them snitching to totally ruin me..."
Crew shook his head. "Ruin you how? This is what you want. If someone tells, it can only mean more people to help you fulfill your dream."
"But--" it took me far too long to think of what my actual objection was. "What about my other dreams?"
"What else is important?"
"Well, I am in school for something."
"Aren't you majoring in, like... history? That's not a 'change the world' major, that's a 'work your 9-to-5 office job and fulfill your real dream of being a total slut on your days off' major."
"Crew."
"C'mon, I dare you."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"It'll take more than a dare to make me go in and tell the whole soccer team I'm giving out blowjobs. Seriously."
"Then just ask one guy. And if you want more, ask for more. And if you don't like it, you can stop."
I don't know why I was so tempted; maybe it had something to do with the way my dick was bulging my pants, with a bit of a wet spot visible where pre was leaking. If Crew noticed, he didn't let on, but I really felt the need to get off.
And if I needed to get off, there were worse ways than blowing big hunky footballers...
"Crew, it's only a fantasy. I could never go through with it."
"Suit yourself," he said.
I tried to keep telling myself it was only a fantasy. But it was a fantasy that came to fill every idle moment.
Every time I passed Pedro or Jake or Deshaun in the hallway, my mind would replay the fantasy where I was asking them, with the kind of boldness you only get in dreams, whether they would like some head.
And every time I passed Pedro or Jake or Deshaun in the hallway I nodded hello, rushed onward, and made no eye contact.
And then it came to be time for the next game. We'd hit the semifinals, at least; making it into the winner's circle of the tournament would be a longshot, given our competition, but definitely doable.
Up until the end of the match everything seemed fine.
Until they managed to score four goals against us in quick succession.
The team was in a bad mood as we hit the showers. I was in a bad mood a little bit, but mostly I was in a man-these-cocks-look-tasty-today mood. The big red wolf showering next to me did nothing to diminish my yearning: Deshaun's masculine scent was apparent even through the running water, and the dick he sported was an impossibly plump sausage, even soft.
I was staring.
I was drooling.
I was oblivious to how my cock emerged from my slit, hard and eager.
I was oblivious to the rest of the team noticing, one by one nudging each other to watch a T-rex lose control.
All I could think of was Crew's insistent dare. Just one guy. And if you want more, ask for more.
All I could think of was Deshaun's cock.
The wolf turned and snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Hey man. You're zoning out. You all right?"
Fuck. No, things will never be all right until... "I want to suck your cock," I said, in a hurried mumble.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing, I mean--"
"I just couldn't hear what you said," he said, turning off the shower head he was under. "Try again now."
I don't think I could have been blushing harder. Did I really think it would be that easy?
"I want to suck your cock. Please let me suck your cock!" I said. My voice sounded incredibly loud, bouncing off the tiled walls.
I looked around to see everyone else had shut off their showers as well, and were watching me.
"Is that all?" Deshaun said. "Come get it, slut."
The team roared out, some in mockery, some in encouragement, as I sank to my knees in front of the red wolf. I pressed my snout against the base of that shaft, still wet from his shower, and gave it a slow lick down its length till I had that fat cockhead in my maw.
It was the best thing I'd ever tasted... but I wasn't given any time to savor the moment.
As Deshaun's cock stiffened along my tongue, he grabbed hold of my head and started thrusting into my mouth.
I would have pushed back--asked for a bit of breathing room--said "go easy on me, it's my first time"--but my body betrayed me, stupid little T-rex arms not even able to reach his legs.
I was at his mercy.
The big wolf continued to fuck my face as his hardon grew, demonstrating that he wasn't just a shower, he was a grower as well. That fat cockhead found the back of my throat and kept going, regardless of how it made me gag.
He pounded my muzzle over and over again--it was hard to breathe, the slime I was coughing up was dripping down my chin, and I enjoyed every second of it.
It wasn't long, though, before he was panting hard, grinding in deeper and holding his cock down my throat as he pulsed with climax, his seed slipping straight down to my stomach.
He pulled out, and I coughed up more. My lips were a little numb just from how hard he'd been using my face, and I was kneeling in a puddle of cum that must've been mine because there's no way any of his had spilled with how deep he'd been in me.
"Good slut," he said, stepping aside.
Another teammate took his place.
I didn't even look up to see who the fat choad in my face belonged to before going to work on it.
Crew had said to wait and see if I wanted more. Now that I was doing it, there was no question. I was a cocksucker now--of course I'd want more.
I shut my eyes and focused on the pleasure I was giving. This cock was so much thicker than the wolf's, but not long enough to reach my throat.
Not a worry. Thanks to him, I got my first taste of cum a few minutes later when the blast of his orgasm shot across my tongue. It was unexpectedly slimy--no, I don't normally taste my own--but there was no way I was turning down this gift.
I swallowed it down as best I could, looking up to see the fur who'd provided it, our goalie--a burly rhinoceros who often got teased about his short dick. But I'd suck anything, wouldn't I?
And then he was replaced by the next teammate, who didn't even wait for me to catch my breath before grabbing my head and forcing his dick in.
Every team member used my maw in turn, some even two or three times, over the course of that day. My stomach was starting to feel full just from the weight of the cum loads I'd taken.
The last team member to come forward was Crew. The burly boar's dick wasn't as impressive as any of the others I'd been enjoying--surely he'd lost a few inches to the pad of fat at his crotch, just as sure as it'd swallowed his balls--but if you thought that'd deter me, you didn't know how I was feeling at all.
The boar's dick was in my mouth before I could even think about it. The position came natural to me.
He made himself at home, slowly thrusting into my face. "I told you you'd love it, didn't I? Now it will take over your life. You can't help but want more."
I couldn't deny it. I was a slut. I was a cocksucker.
Despite the fullness of my belly I felt empty when Crew pulled out without unloading.
"You want more. You'll take more. And you'll never be satisfied."
I knelt there whimpering as my empty muzzle felt the need to be filled.
And then came a cock I wasn't expecting.
It filled my view--two feet of green orc meat towering over a pair of gallon-jug-sized balls.
The fuckin' motherlode.
The team that stood around us cheered us on as the head coach loomed over me. "So you think you can call yourself a cocksucker, son? Let's see how well you can really take it."
My hunger offered no protest as he started feeding his dick down my throat. I had no idea whether I could fit this much but damn if I wasn't going to try.
The coach's cock filled my maw and throat, cutting off my breathing.
I didn't care.
I needed his powerful dick and everything it had to offer.
The big orc began thrusting hard, wrecking my throat as he stuffed it with a foot of cock, a foot and a half of cock, and finally the full two feet of cock, grinding his pubis against my nose with every thrust. My throat coughed up its protest as every inch slid back and forth, but it only served to lubricate the monster that was having its way with me.
It was only a few minutes of this abuse before I started feeling lightheaded. I figured if I didn't get a chance to breathe I'd probably be passing out soon.
And yet I felt it would only be a waste to ask the coach to ease up for a bit. I wanted more--at any cost.
So I did the only thing I could: I started working him harder.
There wasn't much I could do from the outside, given how he was already pulling my head along his length like a prehistoric fleshlight. But I still had my throat, and even though it'd taken more abuse in the past hour than it had ever taken in my whole life, I still felt I could do anything with it.
I gripped the depth of his shaft as best I could with hungry throat muscles, feeling the slime-slickened length force me open nonetheless. The orc's deep growl told me I was doing well, and the way his hand gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to swallow him to the root only proved it.
I struggled to stay conscious as I felt the orc's maleness pulsing all along the length of my throat. He was far, far too deep for me to taste his load, but my stomach felt it. The weight of it mixed with the loads the team had deposited there and I felt my body struggle to contain it all.
My gut swelled painfully as those massive balls emptied into me. I'd never been as full as this. I tried to rub as much of it as I could reach, to try to calm the angry gurgling, to smooth the stretched hide that surely would have stretch marks later.
Oh, it hurt, but it was the best kind of hurt.
It didn't feel like I'd blacked out, but by the time that the coach had pulled his slab of meat from my throat, my stomach had somehow filled enough to rest on the ground... for a good few feet in front of me.
I coughed hard, trying to recover my breath through a throat that'd been fucked raw. How did even those balls have that much capacity? They were still swinging heavy across his knees as I watched him leave the shower room.
A shadow covered me, and I turned back to look at the boar looming over me, stroking his stubby shaft. "Ready for more?"
Despite the enormous weight of cum dragging my stomach down, despite the aches in my stretched jaw and throat, I still salivated at the sight of his cock--and the rest of both teams lining up behind him to take their next turns.
"I want more. I'll take more. And I'll never be satisfied."