Everyone in the story is 18+

I only went to that cabin party because my roommate promised I’d get free beer and maybe a few snaps for my story. I never expected to spot Tyler across the crowd. All-American track god, built like he was hand-picked for a Nike campaign, laughing with his douchey teammates and flexing those arms under his sleeveless tank. The guy always played it straight around campus, but he’d give me these lingering looks in the locker room that screamed just curious enough.

We’d barely spoken before, but that never stopped me. I made sure to posture—spread out on the sagging couch, shorts riding up, legs open, always caught in the background whenever he looked my way. When I passed by him in the kitchen, his eye flicked down to my ass and he mouthed “damn” when he thought I wasn’t looking. Rookie mistake.

I waited until he slipped outside for some air, then followed, beer in hand. I stopped in front of him and made a show of licking the mouth of the bottle before I took a drink. I watched his Adam’s apple bob.

“Rough night, Tyler?”

He shrugged, but I didn’t give him a chance to answer before I pressed a little closer—not touching, just daring him to. “Your bros boring you or are you into something less basic tonight?”

He tried to laugh it off. “You’re wild, dude.”

I leaned by him to reach for the cooler, letting my chest brush his arm. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

He sucked in a breath, barely audible. That was all I needed. My hand zeroed in, landed on the waistband of his shorts, my thumb tracing the line right above his cock. He tensed hard.

“Relax,” I whispered. “Nobody’s gonna walk out here this late.”

“Man, you’re crazy.” His words said no but the way his hips wouldn’t back off said hell yes. I pressed my palm over his cock, felt him thickening up under the mesh, and grinned like the devil.

“You want me to stop?” I asked, staring right in his eyes.

He didn’t answer—just a shaky exhale as I pushed my hand lower. My fingers slid inside, under his waistband, skin on skin. He hissed through his teeth and pressed his back to the siding.

“You been thinking about this? Ever since you caught me stretching after shower at the rec?”

“You… fuck…” He couldn’t finish. His cock nearly jumped in my hand.

I dropped to my knees, right there in the half-shadowed porch, and fished out his cock. He was already leaking, heavy and pulsing. I spat in my hand and stroked him slow and rough, keeping my eyes locked on his sweaty face.

“Not so straight now,” I whispered, grinning. Then I tongued the head, licked a fat stripe up the shaft and slid my lips down until he bumped the back of my throat. He nearly buckled.

Tyler grabbed at my hair, not even caring who might see, thrusting up. He was trying to be quiet but these broken moans kept slipping out. I made it sloppy as hell—spit running down his balls, sucking loud, my free hand squeezing his ass to keep his hips steady.

I pulled off with a pop, letting spit run down my chin, then jacked him hard and fast with my fist, smirking up at him. “Wanna fuck my face like those sorority girls, Tyler? Show me how bad you want it.”

He stared at me like he’d never seen anything hotter. He snapped his hips forward, desperate, using my mouth like he meant it. I let him. My throat burned but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel him lose it, to watch that jock mask fall away.

“Told you… you were a lightweight…” he tried to tease, but his voice was wrecked, nothing but whimpers.

I pulled off again, grinning and jacking him faster. “You’re gonna fucking cum for me right here. First time getting your dick sucked by a dude and you’re about to blow before I even gag?”

He grabbed my hair with both hands, fucking into my mouth with this frantic rhythm, everything in him trembling. His abs were flexing—he was right there. I hollowed my cheeks, drove my tongue under the crown, then swallowed him all the way down.

He choked out a gasp, head snapping back, whole body shuddering. His cock pulsed and then he unloaded down my throat, more than I expected, breathing hard, hips jerking until I had to pin him still with my hands on his thighs.

I swallowed everything, then pulled off nice and slow. Wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, looked up at him. Tyler was wrecked, sweat on his forehead, the beginnings of a grin lurking behind his shock.

I tucked him back in, stood up, leaned in with my face just inches from his.

“Good luck forgetting this, jockboy.”

He looked at me, dazed. “Holy fuck.”

I just smirked, shoved the empty beer bottle into his hand, and strutted back into the party. Everyone was too busy drinking and yelling to have noticed a thing.

That night, I’d made sure I was the filthiest secret that straight boy ever had, and honestly, I knew he’d be hooked for whatever came next.