I’d always said I was straight. Never even thought twice about it until that night at the bar when my buddy’s friend Mike kept buying me shots and his hand stayed on my thigh a second too long. I was twenty-four, horny as fuck from a dry spell, and when he leaned in and said “Wanna get out of here and see what happens?” I didn’t say no. We ended up back at his place, door barely shut before he pushed me against it and kissed me hard, tongue shoving in like he owned my mouth. My cock got stiff so fast it hurt.
“Never done this?” he asked, voice low and rough, hand already rubbing the bulge in my jeans.
“Fuck no,” I answered, but I didn’t push him away. My heart was hammering. He dropped to his knees right there in the hallway, yanked my zipper down, and pulled my dick out. The second his hot mouth closed around the head I groaned like an animal. He sucked me deep, no teasing, just wet and tight, tongue working the underside while his hand stroked the base. I’d had blowjobs before but nothing like this. He took me all the way to the balls and swallowed around me. My legs shook.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, fingers in his short hair. He pulled off with a wet sound, spit stringing from his lips to my cock.
“Strip,” he ordered. I kicked off my clothes like I was in a race. He stood, peeled his shirt off, and I got my first real look at another guy’s body up close, hard muscle, flat stomach, and the thick outline in his jeans. He shoved them down and his cock sprang out, heavy, cut, already leaking. Bigger than mine. My mouth went dry.
He grabbed my hand and put it on his dick. “Stroke it.” I did, clumsy at first, feeling the heat and the way it jerked in my fist. He spit in his palm and wrapped it around both of us, rubbing our cocks together. The slide was filthy and perfect. Precum mixed and made everything slick. I couldn’t stop staring at the way the heads pressed against each other.
We stumbled to the bedroom. He bent me over the edge of the mattress, spread my ass, and licked straight over my hole. I yelped, shocked, but he held me down and kept going, tongue pushing inside, getting me wet and open. No one had ever done that. My cock dripped onto the floor. When he stood up I heard the pop of a lube bottle. Two slick fingers pressed in. The stretch burned, then turned into something hotter. He worked them deep, curling until I was pushing back, begging without words.
“Want my cock in this tight straight ass?” he growled.
“Yeah,” I rasped. “Do it.”
He lined up and pushed. The head popped past my ring and I saw stars. It hurt, but the pain mixed with this raw need that made my balls ache. He went slow at first, inch by inch, until his hips were flush against my ass. Full. Stuffed. He started fucking me in long, steady strokes, balls slapping my skin every time he bottomed out. I reached down and jerked my own cock in time with his thrusts. The sounds were obscene, wet skin, heavy breathing, the bed creaking.
He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove in deeper. I could see his face now, eyes dark, mouth open.
He wrapped a hand around my throat, not choking, just holding, and pounded harder. Every thrust nailed something inside me that made my cock leak nonstop. I was moaning like a porn star, no shame left.
“Gonna cum,” I warned.
“Do it,” he said. “Shoot while I’m buried in your ass.”
I came hard, ropes hitting my chest and stomach, ass clenching around him. He kept fucking through it, using the tight grip until he pulled out, stripped the condom off, and painted my cock and balls with his load. Thick, hot spurts. He rubbed it into my skin with the head of his dick, then leaned down and kissed me again, slower this time.
We lay there catching our breath. My ass felt used and sore in the best way. He got a towel, cleaned us up without saying much, then pulled me against him. I didn’t know what the fuck this made me, but my body was still buzzing and I already knew I wanted it again. Straight or not, that first time had cracked something open I wasn’t ready to close.
