I never planned on telling anyone how it happened, but the memory still hits me hard every time I close my eyes. It was supposed to be just another Friday after work, beers at my buddy Marks place, the usual bullshit about sports and jobs. Mark was thirty-two like me, built from years of gym work, always easy to talk to. That night the conversation drifted. We were both single, both a little drunk, and somehow the talk turned to things wed never tried.
Ive always wondered what it would feel like with a guy, I admitted, the words slipping out before I could stop them. Mark didnt laugh. He just looked at me, eyes darker than usual, and said, Me too. You ever want to find out?
My heart slammed against my ribs. I nodded before I could talk myself out of it.
We moved to his bedroom without another word. The air felt thick. Mark stepped close, his hand sliding up my chest, fingers catching on the buttons of my shirt. He popped them one by one, slow enough that every brush of his knuckles sent heat straight to my cock. When my shirt hit the floor he leaned in and kissed me. It wasnt soft. It was hungry, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. I tasted beer and heat and something new that made my knees weak.
Marks hands worked my belt open. He shoved my jeans and boxers down in one rough motion, freeing my dick. It stood hard and leaking already. He wrapped his fingers around it and stroked once, slow and firm, thumb circling the head. Fuck, youre thick, he muttered against my mouth. I groaned and reached for him, tugging his shirt off, running my palms over the hard planes of his chest and the trail of hair leading down.
We tumbled onto the bed. Mark pushed me onto my back and climbed between my legs. He kissed down my stomach, then lower, breath hot against my shaft. When his tongue dragged up the underside I nearly came right there. He took me into his mouth, wet and tight, sucking deep until I felt the back of his throat. My hips jerked. I buried my hands in his hair, fucking his mouth in short, desperate thrusts. Spit ran down my balls. He pulled off with a filthy pop, eyes glassy.
Your turn, he said, voice gravel. He stripped the rest of his clothes and knelt over my face. His cock was long and veined, the head flushed dark. I opened my mouth and he fed it to me. The taste was salty, masculine, addictive. I gagged at first but learned fast, hollowing my cheeks, letting him thrust shallow while I licked the underside. Mark moaned low, the sound going straight to my own aching dick.
He pulled back and reached for lube from the nightstand. You sure? he asked. I nodded hard. I want it. First time, but I want it.
Mark slicked his fingers and reached between my legs. One finger circled my hole, pressing gently until it slipped inside. The stretch burned, then bloomed into something hotter. He worked me open slowly, adding a second finger, scissoring, curling until he found that spot that made my back arch off the bed. Right there, I gasped. Fuck, Mark, more.
When he finally lined up his cock, the blunt head nudging my entrance, I was shaking. He pushed in steady, giving me time to breathe through the burn. Inch by inch he filled me until his hips met my ass. We both groaned. I felt split open, full, owned.
He started moving, long, deep strokes that dragged over that same spot inside me. Every thrust sent sparks up my spine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. Mark fucked me harder, skin slapping, sweat dripping onto my chest. He reached between us and stroked my cock in time with his thrusts.
Gonna come, I warned, voice breaking.
Do it, he growled. Come on my dick.
I exploded, ropes of cum striping my stomach and chest while my hole clenched around him. Mark kept pounding through it, then buried himself deep and came with a rough shout, flooding me hot and thick.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, his forehead against mine. After a minute he eased out carefully and pulled me into his arms. Neither of us spoke for a long time. When I finally opened my mouth it was only to say, Were doing that again.
Mark laughed softly against my neck. Yeah. We are.
The night stretched on after that. We showered together, hands roaming again under the spray. I dropped to my knees on the wet tile and sucked him until he painted my tongue. Later, back in bed, he let me fuck him for the first time, watching his face while I pushed inside that tight heat. We learned each others bodies until the sky outside turned gray.
By morning I knew this wasnt a one-time thing. The curiosity had turned into something hungrier, something that felt like it had always been waiting under my skin. Mark and I kept meeting after that night, sometimes rough, sometimes slow, always honest. Every time I felt that same electric rush of discovery, the same certainty that I wanted more.
And I never regretted a single second of it.
