I always thought I was straight. Never even considered anything else until that night with my buddy Jake after the game. We were both drunk, shirts off, laughing in his living room when he grabbed his crotch and said, "Fuck, I'm so horny I could stick it in anything." I laughed it off at first, but then he looked at me different. "You ever wonder what it'd feel like getting sucked by a guy?" he asked straight out. My cock twitched in my jeans. I told him to shut up, but I didn't move when he stood up and pulled his dick out. It was thick, half-hard, veins popping. "Suck it," he said. No bullshit. I got on my knees like it was nothing, wrapped my hand around the base and licked the head. Tasted salty and hot. He groaned and pushed forward, sliding it into my mouth. I gagged a little but kept going, bobbing my head, tongue working the underside while he fucked my face slow and dirty.
Jake grabbed my hair and thrust deeper. "That's it, straight boy. Take that cock." My own dick was rock hard, leaking in my pants. I reached down and stroked myself through the denim while sucking him harder, spit running down my chin. He pulled out after a minute and yanked my pants down. "Turn around." I did it without thinking, bent over the couch. He spit on his fingers and rubbed my hole, pushing one in rough. It burned but felt good too. He worked it in and out, then added another. "Tight as fuck," he muttered. "Gonna stretch this straight ass."
He lined up his cock and shoved in. I yelled when the head popped past my ring. It hurt like hell at first, but he didn't stop, just kept pushing until his balls were against me. Full. Stretched wide. He started pounding, hips slapping my ass, dick sliding in and out wet and fast. Every thrust hit something inside that made my cock jump and drip. I reached back and spread my cheeks for him. "Harder," I grunted. Jake fucked me like he hated me, grunting and calling me a cockslut while he railed my hole. Sweat dripped off him onto my back. He reached around and jerked my dick in time with his thrusts.
I came first, shooting thick ropes across the couch cushion without touching myself much. My ass clenched around him and he growled, slamming in balls-deep and unloading. I felt every pulse, hot cum flooding my guts. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out slow. Cum leaked down my thighs. We didn't say much after. Just cleaned up and sat there breathing hard. But two nights later he texted me again. Same thing. I showed up, got on my knees again, and took his load down my throat this time, swallowing every drop like I'd been doing it forever.
After that it became regular. Straight guys don't talk about it, but we both knew what we wanted. Next time was at his place again. I walked in and he had me naked in under a minute. Bent me over the kitchen table and ate my ass, tongue pushing inside, getting it wet and sloppy. Then he stood up and shoved his cock back in my hole, fucking me standing while I braced on the table. His balls slapped against me with every thrust. I reached down and stroked my own cock, matching his rhythm. "Your ass was made for this," he said, voice low and rough. "Straight boy hole taking dick like a pro." I pushed back on him, taking it deeper. He pulled out before he came, spun me around and fed me his cock again. I sucked my own ass taste off it while he jerked off and painted my face with cum. I licked it up, wiped it into my mouth with my fingers.
We started switching sometimes. One weekend I had him on his back on the bed, legs up, and I sank my cock into his ass for the first time. He was tight and hot, cursing as I bottomed out. I fucked him slow at first then harder, watching his face while I pounded his prostate. He came without touching himself, cum shooting up his stomach. I pulled out and added my load to the mess on his skin. We both lay there panting, covered in it, knowing we weren't going back to just beers and games.
It kept going like that for months.
Raw, no condoms, always finishing inside or down the throat. We'd text "you free?" and whoever answered first got fucked. Sometimes in the car after work, me riding him in the driver's seat, his cock buried in my ass while I bounced. Other times at the gym showers late at night, him pinning me to the wall and breeding me quick and dirty before anyone walked in. The dirtier the talk, the harder we both got. "Take that straight cock," he'd say while stretching me open. I'd answer back, "Fill my hole, don't stop until it's leaking."
Eventually we stopped pretending it was just once in a while. It was regular, two straight guys who liked fucking each other more than anything else. No labels, no drama. Just cock, ass, cum, and the best orgasms either of us ever had. We still watched sports and grabbed beers. Then we'd go home and he'd wreck my ass or I'd wreck his. Simple. Hot. Exactly what we both needed.
