I never thought I'd end up on my knees with two thick cocks staring me in the face, but there I was, heart hammering, mouth watering like a starving man. It started at that dive bar after midnight when I was twenty-two and still pretending I was straight. Jake and Marcus had been buying me shots all night, their hands brushing my thigh under the table, their eyes saying they knew exactly what I needed. By the time we stumbled into Jake's apartment, my jeans were already tight and my head was spinning with booze and want.
"Get on the floor," Jake growled, unzipping first. His cock sprang out heavy and veined, the head already slick. Marcus was right behind him, dropping his pants and stroking a longer, slightly curved dick that made my stomach flip. I'd never touched another guy's cock before, let alone two at once, but my hands moved on their own. I wrapped my fingers around both, feeling the heat, the pulse, the way they twitched when I gave them a slow pump.
"Fuck yeah, just like that," Marcus said, pushing forward. I opened my mouth and took him first, the salty taste hitting my tongue hard. He was thicker than I expected, stretching my lips wide as I slid down as far as I could go. Jake didn't wait; he grabbed my hair and rubbed his cock against my cheek, smearing precum across my skin. I pulled off Marcus with a wet pop and turned to Jake, sucking him deep while my hand kept working Marcus's shaft.
The room filled with the sound of my sloppy sucking, spit running down my chin and dripping onto the carpet. I switched back and forth, gagging when Jake thrust too deep, then moaning around Marcus when he praised me for taking it so well. "That's it, new cockslut, get both of us nice and wet." My own dick was aching in my pants, untouched and leaking, but I didn't care. All I wanted was more of this filthy feeling, my throat working, my tongue swirling over heads and veins.
Marcus pulled me up just long enough to strip me naked, then pushed me back down. They stood close together now, cocks side by side, and I went at them like I was starving. I licked from one to the other in long strokes, sucked one while jerking the other, then tried to fit both heads in my mouth at once. It was messy and impossible, but the stretch felt so fucking good I kept trying. Drool poured out, coating everything, and the two of them groaned and thrust against my face, using my mouth like it was made for this.
Jake came first, pulling back just enough to paint my tongue and lips with thick ropes. The taste was strong and bitter, but I swallowed what I could and kept sucking until he was done. Marcus lasted another minute, fucking my throat in short strokes before he unloaded down my chin and neck. I stayed on my knees, breathing hard, cum dripping off me while they stroked my hair and called me a good first-timer.
Later they fucked me on the couch, but that first taste of two cocks at once was what hooked me. I left that apartment knowing I'd never go back to pretending.
