He walked in on me jerking off. Simple as that. I was on the couch, shorts around my ankles, phone in one hand showing some Nifty story about two straight guys who couldn't keep their hands off each other, and my cock in the other, thick and leaking. Jake stopped in the doorway, keys still in his hand, and just stared.
"Fuck, man," he said, voice low. "You couldn't wait till I left?"
I didn't stop stroking. "You were supposed to be gone till midnight." My fist slid up and down my shaft, slow and wet. "Either close the door or come help."
He didn't leave. He locked the door instead, dropped his bag, and crossed the room. His eyes stayed on my dick the whole time. When he reached me he knocked my hand away and wrapped his own around it, grip tight and rough.
"Been reading that shit again?" he asked, thumb smearing my precum over the head.
"Yeah. Got me thinking about you."
Jake dropped to his knees between my spread legs without another word. His mouth was hot and greedy the second it closed over my cock. No teasing, just straight sucking, cheeks hollowing, tongue working the underside while he took me deeper. I groaned and grabbed the back of his head, pushing him down until his nose hit my pubes. He gagged once but didn't pull off, just swallowed around me and kept going.
I fucked his throat in short thrusts, watching spit drip down his chin onto the floor. He was hard already, the bulge in his jeans obvious. I reached down and rubbed it through the denim. "Get those off. I want your cock too."
He stood, stripped fast, and climbed onto the couch with me. We shifted until we were sixty-nine, his thick dick hanging over my face. I opened up and took him in, sucking hard while he went back to work on mine. The room filled with wet sounds and heavy breathing. His balls slapped my forehead every time he pushed forward. I reached up, spread his ass cheeks, and rubbed a finger over his hole. He moaned around my cock, hips jerking.
"Want to fuck you," I said when I pulled off his dick for air. "Right now. Bend over the arm of the couch."
Jake didn't argue. He got up, turned around, and braced himself. I spit on his hole a couple times, worked two fingers in to loosen him, then lined up my cock. One hard push and I was inside, buried balls-deep in his tight ass. He grunted and pushed back, taking every inch.
I fucked him rough, hands gripping his hips, skin slapping loud. Every thrust made him moan. "Harder, fuck, give it to me." I slammed in, changing angle until I hit his prostate and his whole body jerked. His cock swung under him, dripping onto the cushion.
I reached around and stroked him in time with my thrusts. He came first, shooting thick ropes across the couch while his ass clenched around me. That set me off. I buried myself deep and unloaded, pumping cum into him until it leaked out around my cock.
We stayed like that a minute, breathing hard. Then I pulled out slow, watching my load drip from his hole. Jake turned around, grabbed my face, and kissed me messy and deep, tongues sliding, tasting each other.
"Next time," he said against my mouth, "I'm reading the story out loud while you suck me."
I grinned and reached for his cock again, already half-hard.
"Deal. But this time you're the one on your knees first."
