We were both drunk off cheap beer and bored as hell when it started. Mike and I had been roommates for six months, two regular guys who jerked off to the same straight porn on our laptops at night. That evening the video we had on was some amateur clip of two dudes messing around, and instead of laughing it off like usual, Mike just stared at the screen with his hand rubbing the front of his jeans.
Fuck, that looks hot, he muttered. His voice was low and rough. I could see his cock already pushing against the denim. Mine was doing the same. We sat there on the couch, legs spread, neither of us turning it off.
I reached over without thinking and grabbed his bulge. It was thick and hot through the fabric. Mike groaned but didnt pull away. You want to try that shit? he asked. I nodded, already unzipping him. His cock sprang out, heavy and veined, the head slick with pre-cum. I wrapped my fist around it and started stroking, slow at first then faster, the way I liked it on myself.
Mike shoved his hand down my pants and found my dick. We sat there jerking each other off like it was the most natural thing, breathing hard, hips bucking into each others grips. Shit, your hand feels better than mine, he growled. Pre-cum leaked over my fingers and I used it to slick him up more. He did the same to me until we were both leaking and grunting.
Get on your knees, Mike said suddenly. I dropped down between his legs and took his cock in my mouth. It tasted salty and male, the head stretching my lips wide. I sucked hard, bobbing my head, gagging a little when he thrust up. Mikes hand gripped my hair and he fucked my throat in short strokes. Yeah, suck that cock, you amateur slut. The dirty words made my own dick throb untouched.
He pulled me up and bent me over the arm of the couch. My jeans and boxers hit the floor. Mike spat on his fingers and rubbed them over my hole, pushing one in rough. It burned but felt good at the same time. He worked two fingers inside, stretching me open while he stroked his cock with his other hand. You ready for this dick?
I nodded, face pressed into the cushion. He lined up and pushed in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way when my ass relaxed. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but my cock twitched and dripped onto the floor. Mike started fucking me in hard, steady thrusts, skin slapping, the couch creaking under us. Every time he bottomed out he grunted, Take it, take that cock.
I reached down and jerked myself while he pounded me. My hole clenched around him. Mike leaned over my back, breathing against my neck. Gonna cum in your ass, fill you up. He sped up, hips snapping, then buried deep and unloaded with a long groan. I felt every pulse of his hot load flooding inside me. That pushed me over and I shot all over my hand and the couch, ass milking his cock as he kept grinding through his orgasm.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, his cock still twitching in my ass. When he pulled out cum leaked down my thighs. Mike wiped it up with his fingers and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked them clean without thinking.
Round two in the shower, he said, already half-hard again. We stumbled there, soapy hands sliding over each others bodies, and I ended up on my back on the floor with Mike between my legs again, fucking me slower this time but just as deep.
Water ran over us while he held my ankles wide and drove in. I came again from the angle hitting my prostate, shooting across my own stomach.
Afterward we lay on the couch naked, still touching each other lazily. Were doing this again tomorrow, Mike said. I just nodded, already thinking about how his cock would feel the next time.
