Jake and I had always been straight, no question. Buddies from the gym, beers after work, talking pussy and sports. But that night after the game, both of us buzzed and alone in his apartment, something flipped. We put on some straight porn first, but then he switched it. "Ever wonder what a guy's mouth feels like?" he said, already rubbing his bulge through his jeans. I laughed it off at first, but my own dick was getting hard fast. Next thing I knew, I was standing there with my cock out, thick and veiny, and Jake dropped to his knees like it was nothing. "Fuck it, let's see." He grabbed my shaft, licked the head, then swallowed half of it in one go.
Hot, wet, no hesitation. I groaned and thrust deeper, fucking his face while he gagged and drooled all over my balls. It felt too good to stop. I called him a cock-hungry slut even though we were both supposed to be straight, and he just sucked harder, jerking himself at the same time. When he pulled off and bent over the couch, ass up, I didn't think twice. I spit on his hole, lined up, and shoved my raw cock inside. Tight as hell, gripping every inch. He grunted "fuck me, man" and I started pounding, balls slapping, skin smacking loud. Sweat dripping, both of us breathing like animals. I reached around and stroked his dick while I drilled him, feeling him clench every time I hit deep. We switched positions fast, him riding me on the floor, then me on top again, legs over my shoulders so I could go balls-deep. He came first, shooting ropes across his stomach without touching himself, and that pushed me over. I unloaded inside him, pumping hot cum up his ass until it leaked out around my shaft. We lay there panting, straight guys who just fucked each other raw. It wasn't the last time.
