I'd always fucked women. Pussy, tits, the works. But that changed the night my roommate Jake got me drunk and put his hand on my cock through my jeans. We were on the couch after a long shift, beers stacked up, game on mute. Jake was the openly gay one, always cracking jokes about sucking dick. I laughed them off until he squeezed.
"Fuck off," I said, but I didn't move his hand. My dick twitched hard under his palm.
"You like that?" Jake grinned, voice low and dirty. He rubbed slow circles over my growing bulge. "Bet you've never had a guy touch you here."
I shook my head but my hips pushed up into his grip. He popped my button, dragged the zipper down, and pulled my cock out. Thick, veined, already leaking. Jake wrapped his fist around it and stroked once, base to head, thumb smearing the precum.
"Jesus," I groaned. It felt better than any handjob I'd had. He leaned in and licked the tip, tongue flat and hot. I grabbed his hair on instinct. "Don't stop, man."
Jake opened wide and took me deep. Wet heat, tight throat, his nose hitting my pubes. He bobbed fast, slurping noises filling the room, spit running down my balls. I fucked his mouth, hips snapping. Straight guy getting blown by his gay roommate and loving every second. My balls tightened fast.
He pulled off with a pop. "You gonna cum already? Or you want to try something else?" He stood, stripped his sweats, and showed me his cock. Long, curved, hard as steel. "Turn around."
I hesitated half a second, then got on my knees on the couch, ass up. Jake spit on my hole and rubbed it in with two fingers. He pushed one inside. Tight burn, then he crooked it and hit something that made my cock jump and drip.
"More," I growled. He added the second finger, scissoring me open, then lined up his dick. The head pressed against my rim and popped in. I grunted loud, pushing back. Inch by inch he sank into my ass, stretching me full. When his balls rested against mine he started thrusting.
Hard, deep strokes. Skin slapping skin. "Fuck, your straight ass is tight," Jake panted. He reached around and jerked my cock in time with his thrusts. I moaned like a whore, pushing back to meet every slam. The angle nailed my prostate over and over. My vision blurred.
He fucked me faster, grunting filthy shit. "Take that cock. Gonna fill your hole." His rhythm broke, he slammed in balls-deep and came.
Hot pulses flooded my guts. That pushed me over. I shot ropes across the couch cushion, ass clenching around him.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. Jake pulled out slow, cum leaking down my thighs. He turned me around and kissed me rough, tongue tasting like beer and my dick. "Not so straight now, huh?"
I laughed, shaky. "Guess not." We showered together after, soaping each other, hands wandering again. By morning I had his cock in my mouth for real, swallowing every drop while he held my head and called me a good cocksucker.
That weekend turned into every night. I stopped dating girls. Jake's bed became mine. He taught me to ride him, to take it deep, to beg for his load. I learned to love the stretch, the fullness, the way his cum felt inside me. We fucked in the kitchen, against the door, once in the stairwell at 2 a.m.
Months later we're still at it. I call myself bi now but the truth is simpler. I like cock. Specifically Jake's. He owns my ass and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Every time he bends me over I remember that first night and get rock hard all over again. Straight to gay never felt this fucking good.
