I never thought it would happen like this. One minute I was just hanging out with my buddy Mark after the gym, beers in hand, talking shit about our shitty jobs. The next, his hand was on my thigh, squeezing, and my cock was already twitching in my shorts like it knew what was coming before my brain did.
"You ever think about it?" he asked, voice low, eyes locked on mine. No bullshit, just straight up. "Two guys.
No strings. Just seeing how it feels."
My mouth went dry. I was twenty-eight, straight as far as I knew, but the way he looked at me—hungry, confident—made my dick throb. "Maybe," I muttered. That was all the green light he needed.
Mark didn't waste time. He leaned in and kissed me hard, tongue pushing past my lips. It felt different from any girl—rougher, more demanding. I kissed back, tasting beer and heat. His hand slid up my leg and grabbed my cock through the fabric, squeezing the shaft. "Fuck, you're already hard," he growled.
I was. Rock hard, leaking a little spot in my briefs. He yanked my shorts down and wrapped his fist around my dick, stroking slow and tight. "Nice cock," he said, thumb rubbing the head, smearing precum. "Bet it tastes good too."
Before I could answer, he dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth. Hot, wet, no hesitation. His tongue swirled around the head while he sucked deep, taking half my length in one go. I groaned, hips bucking. Nothing had ever felt this filthy or this good. He bobbed his head, slurping noises filling the room, one hand cupping my balls, rolling them while he worked the shaft with his mouth.
"Jesus, Mark," I panted. My hands found his hair, gripping as he swallowed me deeper. He pulled off with a wet pop, spit dripping down my cock.
"Want to try it on me?" he asked, standing up and shoving his own shorts off. His dick sprang out—thick, veiny, already hard as steel. I stared. My first real look at another guy's cock up close.
I got on my knees. My heart hammered. I wrapped my hand around it first, feeling the heat and weight. Then I leaned in and licked the head, tasting salt and skin. Mark hissed. "That's it. Suck it."
I opened my mouth and took him in. It was awkward at first, but the way he moaned spurred me on. I sucked the head, then tried taking more, gagging a little when it hit the back of my throat. He didn't push, just let me find the rhythm. Saliva ran down my chin. I jerked the base while I sucked, getting into it, my own cock aching untouched between my legs.
"Fuck yeah," he muttered. "Good first time cocksucker."
We moved to the couch. He had me on my back, legs spread, and went down on me again while stroking himself. Then he reached for lube from somewhere—I didn't even ask—and slicked his fingers. One pressed against my hole, circling, then pushing in slow. It burned at first, but the stretch turned into something else when he crooked his finger and rubbed that spot inside.
"Shit," I gasped, cock jerking. He added a second finger, opening me up while his mouth worked my dick again. I was shaking, close already.
"Want me to fuck you?" he asked, voice rough.
I nodded. No going back now.
He rolled me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and pressed the head of his cock against my hole. "Breathe," he said, then pushed in. The stretch was intense—burning, full, almost too much. I gritted my teeth and took it inch by inch until he bottomed out, balls against my ass. We stayed still a minute, him throbbing inside me.
Then he started moving. Long, deep strokes that turned the burn into pure heat. Every thrust hit that spot and made my cock leak onto the couch. He fucked me steady and hard, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to jerk me off in time with his thrusts.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he grunted. "Your tight ass taking my cock on your first try."
I could only moan, pushing back to meet him. The slap of skin, the wet sounds, his dirty talk—it all pushed me over. I came hard, shooting ropes onto the cushion while he kept pounding. A few more thrusts and he buried deep, pulsing hot cum inside me.
We collapsed, breathing heavy. He pulled out slow, cum leaking down my thigh. I felt wrecked, used, and fucking satisfied in a way I'd never been before.
Mark grinned at me. "Round two later?"
I smiled back. "Yeah. Definitely."
