Marcus and Tyrone had been boys since middle school, both solid, built brothers who lifted together, chased women together, and swore they were 100 percent straight. But after a late night of beers and weed at Tyrone’s apartment, the talk turned raw. Tyrone’s girl was out of town, and Marcus had just broken up with his. One blunt led to another, and Tyrone admitted he’d watched some videos that made his dick twitch in ways he never expected.
“Straight porn ain’t doing it no more,” Tyrone said, voice low and thick. “I keep thinking about what it would feel like to have a nigga suck me off. Real head, no games.”
Marcus laughed at first, but his own dick was already half-hard in his sweats. “Man, you wild. You really wanna try that shit?”
Tyrone didn’t answer with words. He just pulled his thick, heavy cock out and stroked it slow, the head already glistening. Marcus watched, heart pounding. He’d never looked at another man like that before, but Tyrone’s dick was dark, veined, and fucking perfect. Without thinking, Marcus dropped to his knees right there on the living room floor.
He wrapped his lips around the head first, tasting salt and skin. Tyrone groaned deep, hips pushing forward. “Fuck, Marcus… just like that.” Marcus took more, gagging when the thick shaft hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t stop. He sucked sloppy and hungry, spit running down Tyrone’s balls while his own dick throbbed untouched. Tyrone’s hands gripped his head, fucking his mouth in short, desperate thrusts.
“Damn, you good at this for a straight nigga,” Tyrone growled. He pulled Marcus up, spun him around, and yanked his sweats down. Marcus braced against the couch, ass exposed. Tyrone spat on his hole, rubbed the slick head of his cock against it, and pushed in slow. The stretch burned, but Marcus pushed back, taking every inch until Tyrone’s hips met his ass.
They fucked raw and rough, Tyrone pounding deep while Marcus jerked his own dick. Every thrust hit something inside him that made his legs shake. Tyrone reached around, stroking Marcus in time with his thrusts until both of them were moaning loud and filthy.
Marcus came first, shooting thick ropes across the couch cushions. Tyrone followed seconds later, flooding his ass with hot cum.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, neither one ready to call it a one-time mistake. Tyrone pulled out slow, watching his load drip down Marcus’s thigh. “We doing this again tomorrow,” he said, voice still rough.
Marcus just nodded, already hard again at the thought.
