I never planned on sucking cock that night, but when my roommate Jake came back from the gym sweaty and stripped down to his boxers right in front of me, something snapped. We’d shared this shitty apartment for six months, trading jokes about girls and pretending we didn’t notice each other’s morning wood. That night the air felt thick. Jake stood there, broad chest glistening, his thick bulge obvious and heavy.
“Fuck, man, you keep staring,” he said, voice low and rough. He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and shoved the boxers down. His dick swung free, already half-hard, veined and fat, the head shiny with precum. “You want this or what?”
I dropped to my knees without answering. My mouth watered. I grabbed his thick shaft, feeling it pulse hot in my fist, and dragged my tongue up the underside from balls to tip. Jake groaned, hips jerking forward. I opened wide and took the head in, sucking hard, tasting salt and sweat. My tongue worked the slit, lapping up every drop while my hand stroked the rest of him, feeling him swell even thicker.
“Deeper, you dirty fuck,” he growled, grabbing my hair. He thrust, pushing more of that meat into my throat until I gagged. Spit ran down my chin. I relaxed and let him fuck my face, balls slapping my jaw with every stroke. My own cock strained in my jeans, leaking steadily.
Jake pulled out, strings of spit connecting my lips to his shiny cock. “Strip and get on the bed,” he ordered. I tore off my clothes, dick bouncing, and climbed on all fours. He spat on my hole, rubbed the head of his cock against it, then pushed. The burn was intense, stretching me open inch by inch until his hips met my ass. He didn’t wait. He started pounding, deep and brutal, every thrust punching the air out of me.
“Fuck, your ass is tight,” he grunted, slapping my cheeks red. One hand reached under to jerk my leaking dick in time with his thrusts. I pushed back, meeting every slam, moaning like a slut. He switched angles and nailed my prostate; my vision went white. Cum shot out of me in thick ropes across the sheets without a single touch.
Jake kept going, using my hole until he slammed in balls-deep and unloaded. I felt every pulse, hot cum flooding me, overflowing around his shaft. He pulled out slow, watching his load drip from my stretched hole, then flipped me over and fed his softening cock back into my mouth so I could clean him.
We didn’t talk much after. Just lay there breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. But the next night he came home, locked the door, and said, “Your turn to fuck me.” We kept going like that for weeks—raw, messy, no labels. Just two guys using each other until we couldn’t walk straight. Every load, every moan, every filthy position became our new normal.
