I walked into the apartment after my shift, tired as hell, and there was Jake on the couch with his hand down his shorts. He didn't even try to hide it. His dick was out, thick and half-hard, and he just looked at me and grinned.
"You gonna stand there or come help?" he said.
I dropped my bag. We'd been dancing around this for weeks. Jake was the straight one, or so he claimed, but the way he stared at my ass in the shower and left his door open when he jerked off told a different story. I crossed the room, got on my knees between his spread legs, and wrapped my hand around his cock. It twitched hot and heavy in my palm.
"Suck it," he growled.
I leaned in and licked the head, tasting the salty drop already leaking out. Jake groaned and pushed his hips up. I took him deeper, lips stretching around his thick shaft, tongue working the underside. He was big, veiny, and getting harder by the second. I bobbed my head, slurping loud and wet, spit running down his balls. Jake grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth, short thrusts that made me gag and drool.
"Fuck yeah, take that cock," he muttered. "Knew you'd be good at this."
I pulled off long enough to yank his shorts the rest of the way down and shove his legs wider. His hole was right there, tight and pink. I licked it without asking. Jake's whole body jerked.
"Shit—"
I tongue-fucked him while I stroked his cock, getting it sloppy. He tasted clean and male. When he was panting and pushing back on my face I stood up, stripped fast, and climbed on the couch. My own dick was aching. Jake reached for it, gave it a few rough pulls, then flipped me onto my back.
He spat in his hand, rubbed it over my hole, and pushed two fingers in. No slow prep. Just the burn and stretch I wanted. I spread my legs and took it. When he added a third finger and started twisting them I was ready to beg.
"Put it in," I said. "Fuck me."
Jake lined up and shoved. One long thrust and he was balls-deep. I yelled at the stretch, the way his cock forced me open. He didn't wait. He started pounding, hard and fast, the couch creaking under us. Skin slapped skin. Every thrust knocked the breath out of me and made my dick leak onto my stomach.
"Goddamn, you're tight," Jake grunted. He hooked my knees over his shoulders and leaned down, folding me in half. The new angle let him go deeper. I could feel every inch dragging over my prostate. My moans turned into broken curses.
He reached between us and jerked my cock in time with his thrusts. I came first, shooting thick ropes across my chest and chin. My ass clamped down hard. Jake swore, slammed in twice more, and unloaded deep inside me. I felt every pulse of his cock as he filled me.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, his cum leaking out around his softening dick. Jake pulled out slow, watched his load drip from my hole, then leaned down and licked it up. When he kissed me I tasted both of us.
"Round two in the shower," he said against my mouth. "This time I'm riding you."
I was already getting hard again.
