I never expected it to happen that night. I was twenty-four, fresh out of a long relationship with a woman who had never really lit me up the way I secretly wondered about. My buddy Marcus had invited me over for beers after our shift at the warehouse, and I showed up thinking it would be the usual bullshit about sports and exes. Marcus was thirty, built like he lifted every day, with dark hair and a quiet way of looking at you that made you feel seen. We cracked open bottles on his couch, the TV low in the background, and somewhere between the second and third beer the conversation drifted.
He asked if I had ever thought about guys. Not in a pushy way, just curious, like he already knew the answer. My throat went tight but I nodded. Yeah, sometimes. More than sometimes lately. He set his bottle down and shifted closer, his knee brushing mine. The air changed. I could smell his soap, something clean and woodsy, and when he leaned in I didnt pull away. His mouth found mine, soft at first, testing. Then firmer, tongue sliding against mine, and heat flooded straight down to my cock so fast it left me dizzy.
We didnt talk much after that. His hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss while his other palm pressed over the front of my jeans. I was already hard, straining against the denim. Marcus groaned low when he felt it, and that sound alone almost finished me. He tugged my shirt off, then his own, and the sight of his chest, broad and dusted with dark hair, made my mouth water. I reached out without thinking, tracing the line of muscle down to his stomach. He stood, took my hand, and led me to his bedroom.
The sheets were cool when he pushed me onto my back. He stripped the rest of my clothes off slowly, like he was unwrapping something he had wanted for a long time. My cock lay heavy against my stomach, leaking at the tip. Marcus knelt between my legs and looked at me for a long moment, eyes dark. Tell me if you want me to stop, he said. I shook my head. I wanted everything.
He wrapped his fingers around my shaft and stroked once, slow and firm, thumb circling the head. Pleasure shot through me so sharp I gasped. Then his mouth was there, hot and wet, lips sliding down my length until I felt the back of his throat. I had never felt anything like it. His tongue worked the underside while he sucked, one hand cupping my balls, the other pressing my hip to keep me from thrusting too hard. I tangled my fingers in his hair and moaned his name, hips jerking despite myself. He took it all, humming around me, the vibration traveling straight to my spine.
When he pulled off I almost begged. Instead he reached into the nightstand, pulled out lube and a condom. My pulse hammered in my ears as he slicked his fingers and reached between my legs. The first touch against my hole made me tense, but he was patient, circling, pressing gently until I relaxed enough for one finger to slide inside. It burned a little, then the burn melted into something deeper, fuller. He worked me open slowly, adding a second finger, scissoring, curling until he found that spot that made my cock twitch and drip onto my stomach.
I was shaking by the time he rolled the condom on and coated himself. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, lined up, and pushed. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but he went slow, whispering that I was doing so good, that I felt incredible. Inch by inch he filled me until his hips met my ass and we were locked together. I could feel every throb of him inside me. For a minute we stayed still, breathing hard, letting my body adjust.
Then he started to move. Long, deep strokes that dragged over that same spot again and again. Each thrust sent sparks through me. My cock rubbed between our bodies, trapped and leaking. I reached down to stroke myself but he batted my hand away and did it himself, matching the rhythm of his hips. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, my broken moans, his low grunts. I had never felt so exposed, so completely taken, and I never wanted it to end.
He leaned down, kissing me hard while he fucked me faster. Sweat slicked our chests. My balls tightened and I warned him I was close. He told me to let go, to come for him. The orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through me, ropes of cum striping my stomach and chest. My ass clenched around him and that pushed Marcus over too. He buried himself deep, groaning my name as he pulsed inside the condom.
Afterward he stayed inside me for a while, both of us catching our breath. When he finally pulled out he cleaned us up with a warm cloth and pulled me against his chest. I lay there listening to his heartbeat, surprised by how right it felt. We didnt label it that night. We just held each other until sleep took us.
In the morning I woke to his hand on my cock again, and we went slower the second time, me on top, learning how to ride him while he watched with heavy eyes. By the time I left his apartment I knew one thing for certain: I wanted more of this.
More of him. The door had opened and I had no intention of closing it.
