Jake and Mike had been straight buddies since college, always chasing pussy and bragging about it over beers. After a long night out, they crashed at Jake's place, drunk and horny from striking out at the bar. "Fuck, I need to get off," Jake muttered, adjusting his bulge in his jeans. Mike laughed but didn't look away. One shot led to another, and then the stupid bet: whoever caved first and jerked off had to do whatever the other said.
They stripped down on the couch, both rock hard already. Mike's thick cock stood straight up, veins pulsing. Jake's was longer, leaking at the tip. "No touching yourself yet," Mike growled, but his hand drifted anyway. Jake slapped it away. "Cheat and you lose." The tension snapped when Mike leaned in and just sucked Jake's cock into his mouth without warning.
Jake groaned loud, hips bucking as Mike's hot, wet mouth slid down his shaft. "Shit, that feels too fucking good." Mike didn't stop, bobbing fast, tongue swirling the head, spit dripping down Jake's balls.
Jake grabbed Mike's hair and thrust deeper, fucking his throat like it was a tight pussy. Mike gagged but kept going, eyes watering, his own cock throbbing untouched.
They switched fast. Jake dropped to his knees and swallowed Mike whole, sucking hard and sloppy. "Your dick tastes better than I thought," he mumbled around the shaft before going back down. Mike cursed, pumping into his mouth. "Suck it, you straight fuck. Take it all." Jake did, choking on it, saliva everywhere, until Mike pulled him up and spun him around.
Bent over the arm of the couch, Jake spread his ass without thinking. Mike spat on his hole and pushed two fingers in rough. "Gonna fuck this straight ass." Jake pushed back, moaning when Mike lined up his cock and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. The stretch burned but felt filthy and right. Mike pounded him hard, skin slapping, gripping Jake's hips. "Take that cock. You love it, don't you?"
Jake jerked his own dick while getting railed. "Harder, fuck me harder." Mike did, slamming deep, hitting that spot that made Jake's legs shake. They flipped positions on the floor, Jake riding Mike's cock now, bouncing and grinding, both of them grunting like animals. Mike reached up and stroked Jake's cock in time with the thrusts until Jake shot ropes across Mike's chest.
Mike flipped them again, pinning Jake and fucking him missionary, legs over his shoulders. "Gonna fill this hole." He came with a roar, pumping thick loads deep inside Jake's ass. They stayed locked together, breathing heavy, cum leaking out when Mike finally pulled free.
Neither called it gay the next morning. They just grinned, showered together, and started round two under the hot water, sucking and fucking until they both collapsed satisfied. The bet was long forgotten, but the raw need wasn't.
