First cuck experience

We'd been together since third grade. Ashton and me. Pentecostal school, chapel three times a week, purity rings, the whole thing. We'd never even seen another person naked. Not in real life.

Zack was my randomly assigned roommate, track scholarship, built like he was carved from something solid. He walked around the dorm in basketball shorts like he owned the place, always laughing, always casual about everything. Nothing embarrassed him.

That night we were drinking his vodka on the couch. Me and Ashton were already tipsy, leaning into each other, when Zack came back from the kitchen and just asked out of nowhere if I had ever helicoptered my cock.

I had no idea what he meant. I thought it was some kind of joke.

He didn't explain with words. He just set his drink down, stood up right there in front of us, and pulled his shorts off. Then he grabbed himself and spun it in a circle. That heavy meat slapping against his thighs, making this sound, this weight to it I had never seen before. It was dark and thick even soft, swinging like a pendulum.

He told me to try.

I was drunk enough that it seemed like a good idea. I stood up and pulled my jeans down and tried to swing it like him. But I was small and soft and nothing happened. It just hung there, barely moving. Zack laughed, not mean exactly, but real, and said something about me having a cute little guy. Said I looked like a white boy who got the short end of the stick.

I tried to laugh with him. I reached for my pants but he stopped me. Said why don't we just keep them off, it's no big deal, we're all friends here.

I looked at Ashton. She shrugged and said she didn't mind. She was trying to be cool, I could tell. Zack looked at her and asked why she still had clothes on then. She turned to me, her face flushed from the alcohol, and asked if it was okay. She had this look in her eyes I had never seen before. Excited and nervous and something else. Hungry.

I said yeah sure, trying to sound casual, like this was normal.

She stood up and pulled her shirt over her head. Then her jeans. Then everything else. I had seen her naked before, obviously, we had fooled around, but never like this. Never with someone else watching. Zack poured more drinks, his eyes on her the whole time, and we sat back down with Ashton in the middle.

All of us naked from the waist down, or completely naked in her case, pretending to watch some movie I couldn't focus on. I could feel the heat coming off Zack's body on one side, Ashton pressed against me on the other. Then I noticed Zack was getting hard.

He wasn't touching himself or anything. It just started rising, thickening, growing longer and darker until it was standing up against his stomach. Then he started flexing it, making it bounce and twitch without using his hands, right there in the air next to Ashton's shoulder.

She stared at it. Couldn't look away. Said that was so cool, her voice all breathy. She'd never seen one do that. Mine sure couldn't. Mine was still soft and small, pressed against my thigh, nothing like what he was showing.

Zack grinned at her, this confident smile. You ever sucked one this big, he asked, or just baby dicks like his?

She laughed, embarrassed, and said it's not that small.

Okay, he said, leaning back, spreading his legs wider. But do you think you could even suck it? Look at it. Look at the size of it.

She bit her lip and said she didn't know. She was staring at it now. At him. Her chest was rising and falling faster.

You want to touch it, he asked. See what a real one feels like.

She looked at me. Those eyes I'd known since we were eight years old, wide and begging, practically vibrating with excitement. Can I, she asked me.

I should have said no. I should have felt angry. Instead I just nodded and said yes.

She reached over and wrapped her hand around him. Her small white fingers couldn't even come close to meeting around that thick black shaft. She played with him for what felt like forever, marveling at the size, the weight, telling him his balls were so big and heavy, so much bigger than mine. She kept comparing without meaning to, saying things out loud she had never said before, her voice getting higher and breathier.

Zack looked at her, then at me, while she stroked him. You want to suck us both off, he asked her. See the difference for yourself.

She nodded before I could even answer. She was already leaning down, her hair falling forward, and I just sat there, small and soft and scared, watching my girl from third grade open her mouth for him. And I loved her for it. Already.