Jake scrolled through the gay sex stories pics on his phone, cock already throbbing in his jeans. The images hit hardtwo ripped guys on their knees, one sucking the other's thick shaft down to the balls, spit dripping everywhere. Another pic showed a guy bent over a bench, ass spread wide while a cock slammed in balls-deep. Jake's hand went straight to his crotch, squeezing his hardening dick as he zoomed in on the cum shot across a hairy chest.
He didn't hear the door. His roommate Mike walked in, caught him mid-stroke. "Fuck, those are my pics," Mike said, voice low and rough. No shame, just hunger. He stepped closer, grabbed Jake's phone, and flipped to the next one. "That one was me getting railed in the gym showers. You like that shit?"
Jake's face burned but his cock twitched harder. "Yeah. Show me more."
Mike dropped his shorts right there. His cock sprang out, thick and veined, already leaking. "Then stop looking at pics and suck the real thing." Jake sank to his knees without thinking, mouth open. Mike fed him every inch, gripping his hair and thrusting deep. Jake gagged but took it, tongue working the underside while Mike pumped his hips. "That's it, choke on that cock like the pics."
They moved fast after that. Mike hauled Jake up, spun him around, and yanked his pants down. No lube, just spit on his fingers and a quick shove into Jake's hole. Jake groaned, pushing back as Mike worked two fingers in, stretching him open. "Tight as fuck. Bet you been wanting this while jerking to those stories."
Mike lined up and drove in. One hard thrust buried half his cock. Jake braced on the couch, grunting with each inch that followed. Mike didn't ease uphe fucked like he meant it, hips slapping, balls swinging, pounding Jake's prostate until precum leaked from Jake's own dick. "Take it," Mike growled, pulling almost all the way out then slamming back in. "Tell me how it feels."
"Harder," Jake rasped. "Fuck me like those pics."
Mike delivered. He bent Jake over the arm of the couch, one hand on his shoulder for leverage, the other reaching around to jerk his cock in time with the thrusts. Sweat slicked their skin. The room filled with wet soundsskin on skin, heavy breathing, the slap of Mike's balls. He changed angles, grinding deep, then pulled out to flip Jake onto his back on the floor.
Legs spread wide, Jake took it missionary style, watching Mike's face as he drove in again. Mike's abs flexed with every thrust. He spat on Jake's hole for extra slick and kept going, pace brutal and steady. Jake stroked himself, matching the rhythm until he shot firstthick ropes across his stomach while Mike kept fucking through the clench of his ass.
Mike pulled out at the end, straddled Jake's chest, and stroked fast. "Open up." Jake did, catching the first spurt on his tongue, the rest painting his lips and chin. Mike wiped his cock across Jake's mouth, smearing the load, then pushed back in for a final slow suck.
They didn't stop there. Later that night Mike showed the rest of the pics on his laptopclose-ups of used holes, facials, guys sixty-nining. Each one led to another round: Jake riding Mike reverse, Mike on all fours getting fingered and fucked, both of them edging until they couldn't hold back. By morning Jake's ass ached and his throat was raw, but he was already scrolling the pics again, ready for round three.
Mike grinned, hard again. "Delete the stories.
We make our own now."
