Jake had been living next door to Tyrone for six months before anything happened. Tyrone was the kind of straight black man who filled a doorwaysix foot three, thick shoulders, arms roped with muscle from daily gym sessions, and a deep voice that carried through the shared wall. Jake jerked off more than once thinking about that body, but he kept it to himself. Tyrone talked about women constantly, brought dates home, and never gave off any vibe.
One Friday night Tyrone knocked on Jake's door with a six-pack. "My girl's out of town. You got plans?" They ended up on Jake's couch watching a game, drinking fast. Tyrone sprawled out, legs spread, gray sweatpants doing nothing to hide the heavy bulge between his thighs.
After the third beer Tyrone shifted and said, "You ever wonder what it's like with a dude?"
Jake's pulse jumped. "Sometimes."
Tyrone looked at him, dark eyes steady. "Show me."
They didn't waste time. Tyrone stood, shoved his sweats down, and a thick, veined black cock swung free, already half-hard and heavy. Jake dropped to his knees right there on the living room floor and opened his mouth. The head was broad and hot on his tongue. Tyrone groaned low and pushed forward, feeding Jake inch after inch until his lips stretched wide around the shaft.
"Fuck, that's good," Tyrone muttered, one big hand gripping the back of Jake's head. He started thrusting, slow at first, then deeper, hitting the back of Jake's throat. Spit ran down Jake's chin as Tyrone used his mouth, balls slapping against his jaw. Jake reached down and freed his own cock, stroking while he sucked.
Tyrone pulled out, breathing hard. "Bedroom. Now."
They stripped on the way. Tyrone's body was even better nakedsmooth dark skin, tight abs, a round ass that flexed when he walked. He bent Jake over the edge of the mattress, spread his cheeks, and spat on his hole. One thick finger pushed in, then two, working him open while Tyrone's other hand stroked his own cock to full hardness.
"Gonna fuck you raw," Tyrone said, voice rough. He lined up and drove in with one long thrust. Jake gasped at the stretch, the burn turning fast into heat as Tyrone bottomed out. He gripped Jake's hips and started pounding, heavy balls slapping, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. Every thrust went deep, Tyrone's cock dragging over Jake's prostate until Jake was leaking onto the sheets.
Tyrone flipped him onto his back, hooked Jake's legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in. Sweat dripped from his chest onto Jake's stomach. "Tight as fuck," he growled, fucking harder, the bed frame knocking the wall. Jake reached down and jerked himself in time with the thrusts until he came hard, ropes hitting his own chest.
Tyrone didn't stop. He kept driving, grunting, until his rhythm broke and he buried himself to the hilt, pulsing hot and thick inside Jake. He stayed there, breathing ragged, cock still twitching.
They lay side by side afterward, catching their breath. Tyrone's hand rested on Jake's thigh. "We doing this again?"
Jake turned his head. "Anytime you want."
Tyrone grinned, already reaching down to stroke himself back to life. "Good. 'Cause I'm not done with that ass tonight." He rolled over, pushed Jake's legs apart again, and sank back inside, slower this time but just as deep, the start of a long, filthy night neither of them would forget.
