I never planned on sucking dick that night. Mike and I were just chilling in his apartment after the bar closed, beers in hand, talking shit about work and women like always. We were both twenty-three, single, and horny as fuck from too many dry spells. The TV was on low, some dumb action movie, but neither of us was watching. Mike stretched out on the couch, legs spread, and his shorts rode up enough that I could see the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric. Thick, heavy, and it twitched once when he caught me looking.
"Quit staring, dude," he said, but he didn't sound pissed. His voice had that low, rough edge like he was testing something. I laughed it off at first, but my own dick was already half-hard in my jeans. We'd joked about gay shit before, the usual bro stuff, but tonight the air felt different. Thick. I took another swig of beer and shifted, trying to hide my bulge.
Mike didn't let it go. He sat up, leaned forward, and grabbed his crotch right in front of me. "You like what you see? Never had a cock in your mouth before, have you?" The words hit me straight in the gut. My face burned, but I didn't deny it. Instead I set my beer down and moved closer on the floor, kneeling between his knees without saying a word. My hands shook a little as I reached for his waistband.
He lifted his hips and shoved his shorts down. His cock sprang free, already rock hard, veined and flushed dark at the head. Precum glistened at the slit. It was bigger than mine, maybe eight inches, and curved slightly up. The smell hit me first, musky and male, making my mouth water even though my heart hammered like I was about to jump off a cliff.
"Go on," Mike growled. "First time gay sex stories always start like this, right? Open up."
I wrapped my fingers around the base, feeling the heat and the pulse. My tongue flicked out and licked the head, tasting salt and skin. Mike groaned low and pushed forward. I opened wider and took the head into my mouth, sucking gently at first. The texture was smooth but firm, and it filled my mouth fast. I bobbed down an inch, then two, gagging a little when it hit the back of my throat. Spit ran down my chin, but I didn't stop. I wanted more.
Mike's hand landed on the back of my head, not forcing, just guiding. "Fuck yeah, suck it deeper. Use your tongue on the underside." I did what he said, swirling and pressing while my hand stroked what I couldn't fit. My own cock throbbed painfully in my pants, leaking into my underwear. I reached down and freed it, jerking myself in time with my sucking.
He tasted good. Every time I pulled back I could see the shiny trail of spit on his shaft.
I went lower, licking his balls, sucking one into my mouth while I pumped his cock. Mike's thighs tensed around my shoulders. "Shit, you're a natural cocksucker. Never thought you'd go for it this fast."
I pulled off long enough to answer, voice hoarse. "Shut up and fuck my mouth." Then I dove back down, taking him as deep as I could. He thrust up, hips rolling, using my throat. Tears pricked my eyes but I kept going, breathing through my nose, letting him use me. The raw sounds filled the room: wet sucking, his heavy breathing, my muffled moans around his dick.
After a few minutes he pulled me up by the hair. "Strip. I want your ass." My legs felt shaky as I stood and yanked off my clothes. My cock slapped against my stomach, hard and dripping. Mike stood too, kicked his shorts the rest of the way off, and spun me around. He bent me over the arm of the couch, ass up, face down in the cushions.
His fingers found my hole first, dry at first, then slick with spit he worked in. One finger pushed inside, then two, stretching me open while he stroked my cock from behind. It burned a little, but the stretch felt good, making my balls tighten. "First time getting fingered too?" he asked. I nodded into the cushion. He laughed, low and dirty. "Gonna feel even better when it's my cock."
He spat into his hand, slicked himself up, and pressed the head against my hole. The pressure built until it popped past the ring. I gasped, gripping the couch. Inch by inch he sank in, slow but steady, filling me until his hips met my ass. The fullness was intense, almost too much, but my cock jerked and leaked onto the fabric below. Mike held still, letting me adjust, then started moving.
He fucked me in long, deep strokes at first. Every thrust dragged over that spot inside that made white spots flash behind my eyes. I pushed back, meeting him, wanting it harder. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Harder." He grabbed my hips and slammed in, skin slapping skin, balls swinging against mine. The couch creaked under us. Sweat dripped down my back. My hole clenched around him every time he bottomed out.
Mike reached under and jerked my cock in time with his thrusts. "You gonna come with my dick in your ass? First time gay sex and you're already a slut for it." The dirty talk pushed me over. I came hard, shooting ropes across the couch cushion, my ass pulsing around him. Mike groaned and fucked faster, chasing his own release. He buried himself deep and unloaded, hot cum flooding my insides in thick pulses.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me. When he pulled out, cum trickled down my thigh. I turned around and we looked at each other, both grinning like idiots. No awkwardness, just heat and satisfaction.
Mike wiped his cock on my thigh and grabbed another beer. "Round two in ten minutes. Your turn to fuck me." I nodded, already getting hard again. That night turned into the first of many, but nothing beat that raw first time, learning exactly how good another man's cock could feel.
