We were just two drunk buddies on a Friday night, beers scattered across my apartment floor, the TV flashing some generic action flick neither of us cared about. Jake had been my straight-laced friend since college, always talking about girls and hookups. I never said a word about my own bi curiosity. But that night, after one too many shots, he started complaining about his latest dry spell.
"Fuck, man, I just need to get off," he muttered, adjusting himself on the couch. "Porn's the only reliable thing these days."
I laughed it off at first, but then he grabbed the remote and switched to some straight porn site. We watched a couple scenes, both of us getting hard, the room thick with that awkward silence that only happens when two guys are pretending not to notice each other's boners. Then he clicked on something different. Two guys. One on his knees, sucking like he meant it.
Jake didn't change it. He just stared. "Shit, that looks intense," he said, voice low. His hand was already rubbing the front of his jeans.
I couldn't stop myself. "You ever wonder what it feels like?"
He glanced at me, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. "From the guy's side? Nah. Or… maybe. You?"
The words hung there. Next thing I knew, I was leaning over, hand on his thigh. "Want to find out? No big deal. Just us."
Jake didn't pull away. He unzipped his jeans instead, pulling out his thick cock, already leaking at the tip. "Fuck it. Show me."
I dropped to my knees right there on the carpet. His dick was hot in my hand, veins pulsing, the head slick. I licked the underside first, tasting salt and skin, then took him in my mouth. Jake groaned loud, hips jerking forward. "Holy shit, your mouth's so fucking warm."
I sucked him deep, tongue working the shaft, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped his balls. He tasted clean and male, and every time he moaned it made my own cock throb harder against my zipper. Jake's hands found my hair, not pushing, just holding on as he thrust shallow.
"Goddamn, don't stop," he growled. "Suck it harder."
I did, gagging a little when he hit the back of my throat, spit running down my chin. He pulled me off after a minute, breathing ragged. "My turn. I want to try."
We switched. I sat on the couch, jeans shoved down, and Jake knelt between my legs. He stared at my cock for a second like it was a challenge, then licked the head.
Tentative at first, then bolder, taking half of me in. His mouth was sloppy, teeth scraping once, but the raw enthusiasm made up for it. He jerked what he couldn't fit, eyes watering, but he kept going until I was cursing and gripping the cushions.
"Fuck, Jake, you're gonna make me come if you keep that up."
He pulled off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Not yet. I want more."
We moved to the bedroom, stripping fast. Lube from the nightstand. I bent him over the edge of the bed, ass up, and worked one slick finger into him while stroking his cock. He was tight, clenching, but he pushed back after the first shock.
"More," he demanded. "Two. Stretch me."
I added the second finger, scissoring, finding that spot that made him buck and curse. "Right there, fuck, do that again."
By the time I lined up my cock and pushed in slow, he was begging. The head popped past the ring and he groaned deep, body shaking. I held still, letting him adjust, then sank the rest of the way until my balls pressed against him.
"Jesus Christ, you're splitting me open," he panted, but his hand was already reaching back to pull me deeper. I started thrusting, long and steady, building speed. Skin slapped skin. Every stroke dragged across his prostate and he got louder, filthy words spilling out.
"Harder. Pound my ass. Make me feel it."
I gave him exactly that, gripping his hips, slamming in balls-deep. Sweat slicked our bodies. I reached under and stroked his cock in time with my thrusts until he came with a shout, shooting ropes across the sheets. The way his ass clamped down dragged me over too. I buried myself and flooded him, pulse after pulse, both of us shaking.
We collapsed side by side, breathing hard, cum and lube everywhere. Jake turned his head, grinning like an idiot. "That was… fuck. We doing that again?"
I laughed, already half-hard again at the thought. "Straight first time or not, yeah. We're doing that again."
