I was nineteen, home from my first year at college, when it happened. My parents were out of town for the weekend, and I'd invited my old high school buddy Mark over to watch movies and drink cheap beer. We'd known each other since middle school, but something had shifted that year. The way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention, the way his hand lingered a second too long when we high-fived. I kept telling myself it was nothing, but my cock had other ideas every time he brushed past me.
Mark showed up in a tight gray t-shirt and shorts that hugged his ass. We cracked open beers and put on some dumb action movie, but neither of us was really watching. The air felt thick. I could smell his cologne mixed with sweat from the summer heat. Halfway through the second beer he turned to me on the couch and said, "You ever wonder what it would be like with a guy?"
My heart hammered. "Yeah," I admitted, voice low. "A lot lately."
He didn't smile. He just leaned in and kissed me. Hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I tasted beer and heat. My dick went stiff instantly, pressing against my jeans. Mark's hand dropped straight to my crotch and squeezed. "Fuck, you're already hard," he muttered against my lips.
We didn't waste time with slow romance. I yanked his shirt off and ran my hands over his smooth chest, thumbs brushing his nipples until he groaned.
He shoved my jeans down and freed my cock, wrapping his fist around it and stroking rough and fast. "Been wanting to touch this since you got back," he said. "You gonna let me suck it?"
I nodded, already breathing like I'd run a mile. Mark dropped to his knees between my legs and took me into his mouth. Hot, wet, no hesitation. His tongue swirled around the head and he sucked deep, gagging a little when he tried to take it all. I grabbed his hair and thrust gently, watching my cock disappear between his lips. It was the filthiest, hottest thing I'd ever seen.
After a minute he pulled off, spit dripping down his chin. "My turn. Get on the floor."
We stripped the rest of the way and I knelt in front of him. His cock was thick and veined, already leaking. I licked the head first, tasting salty pre-cum, then opened wide and took him in. It felt strange and right at the same time. Mark fucked my mouth slowly, guiding my head with both hands. "That's it, suck it like you mean it," he growled. I did, hollowing my cheeks, drooling down his shaft.
He pulled me up and spun me around, bending me over the couch. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, voice rough.
"Yeah," I said, no shame left. "First time. Be careful but don't stop."
Mark spit on his fingers and worked one inside me. It burned, then felt good when he crooked it and rubbed that spot that made my cock twitch and drip. He added a second finger, stretching me open while he stroked my dick with his other hand. By the time he lined up his cock I was pushing back, desperate.
The head pressed against my hole and then he was sliding in. Slow at first, then deeper. It hurt like hell for a second, but then the pain melted into this full, aching pleasure. Mark bottomed out and stayed there, breathing hard against my back. "Tight as fuck," he panted. "You feel so good."
He started thrusting, long and deep, skin slapping skin. Every stroke dragged over that spot inside me and I moaned like a whore. Mark reached around and jerked me in time with his hips. "Gonna make you come with my cock in your ass," he said. "First time and you're taking it like you were made for it."
I came first, shooting hard across the couch cushion while he pounded me. My ass clenched around him and Mark cursed, buried himself deep, and flooded me with hot pulses. We stayed like that, shaking, until he pulled out and we collapsed on the floor together.
We didn't talk much after. Just lay there sweaty and sticky, hearts still racing. But we both knew it wasn't the last time. Not by a long shot.
