Jake slammed the door behind him, sweat still dripping from his gym session, and there was Mark on the couch with his hand down his shorts, phone glowing with another one of those niftygay stories. The air smelled like musk and lube already. Mark didn't even look up at first, just kept stroking his thick cock, the head shiny with precum. "You gonna stand there or join in?" he growled, voice low and filthy.
Jake's own dick twitched hard in his shorts. He'd been reading the same shit for weeks, jerking off to tales of guys pounding each other raw, and now his roommate was offering the real thing. He dropped his bag and crossed the room in three strides, yanking Mark's hand away to replace it with his own. Mark's cock felt hot and heavy, veins pulsing under the skin. "Fuck yeah, stroke it," Mark hissed. "Been reading about some guy getting his ass wrecked by his buddy. You want that?"
Without waiting, Jake shoved Mark's shorts down and swallowed the cock in one go, gagging as it hit the back of his throat. Mark tasted salty and bitter, precum coating Jake's tongue. He bobbed fast, sucking hard, spit running down Mark's balls while he worked two fingers into his own ass, stretching himself open right there on the floor. Mark grabbed his hair and fucked his mouth deeper. "That's it, choke on it, you dirty cocksucker. Been waiting for you to stop pretending."
They didn't make it to the bedroom. Mark hauled Jake up, spun him around, and bent him over the arm of the couch. He spat on Jake's hole and pushed in with one brutal thrust. Jake yelled as that fat cock split him open, burning and perfect all at once. Mark didn't ease up; he hammered in hard, balls slapping, the couch creaking under every slam. "Tight fucking hole," Mark grunted. "Gonna breed you like those stories say. Fill you till cum leaks out."
Jake pushed back, meeting every thrust, his own dick leaking onto the fabric. Mark reached around and jerked him rough, thumb smearing the head. Sweat slicked their skin. The only sounds were skin on skin, wet slaps, and filthy grunts. Mark pulled out, flipped Jake onto his back, and shoved back in missionary style so he could watch Jake's face twist with every deep grind. "Look at you taking it," he taunted. "Nasty little slut for cock."
They switched again, Jake riding Mark on the floor, sinking down until he felt that dick nudge his prostate with every bounce. His thighs burned but he kept going, clenching tight, milking it. Mark's hands gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, guiding him faster. "Shoot your load on me," Mark ordered.
Jake came first, ropes of cum splattering Mark's chest and abs while his ass spasmed around the cock inside him. That pushed Mark over; he thrust up once more and unloaded deep, hot cum flooding Jake's guts in thick pulses.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, cum oozing out around Mark's softening dick. Jake leaned down and licked his own load off Mark's skin, tasting salt and sweat. Mark laughed low and dirty, already getting hard again inside him. "Round two," he said, rolling them over. "This time I'm gonna fuck your throat while I eat that cum out of your ass."
By the time they finished, the floor was a mess of lube, sweat, and multiple loads. Jake lay there wrecked and satisfied, thinking those niftygay stories had nothing on the real thing with his roommate. Mark just grinned, wiping cum from Jake's chin with his thumb and feeding it to him. "We should do this every night," he said. "Stories are fun, but this ass is better." Jake nodded, already hungry for more.
