I still can't believe how fast it happened that night. My buddy Ryan had crashed at my place after the game, just like always. We'd known each other since college, both single, both into guys but never crossed that line before. The living room was dark except for the TV glow, pizza boxes on the floor, and a couple of empty beers. Ryan was on the couch in just his boxers, legs spread, scrolling on his phone while I sat on the floor leaning against the same couch.
"Man, I'm horny as fuck tonight," he muttered, not even looking up. "You got any good porn on that laptop?"
I laughed but my cock twitched. "Yeah, I got some saved. Gay stuff mostly."
He grinned and nodded. "Put it on. Let's see what you're into."
I pulled up the laptop and clicked on a video I'd watched a hundred times: two buddies jerking off together that turns into one sucking the other. The moans filled the room quick. Ryan shifted on the couch, and I could see his boxers tenting. Mine were doing the same.
"Fuck, that's hot," he said, voice low. "You ever do that with a friend?"
I swallowed. "Not yet."
He reached down and squeezed his dick through the fabric. "We could. Just us. No one has to know."
My heart was pounding but my hand was already sliding into my own boxers. I pulled my cock out, thick and hard, and started stroking slow. Ryan watched for a second then shoved his boxers down. His dick sprang up, veiny and leaking at the tip. He wrapped his fist around it and matched my pace.
We didn't talk much at first, just watched the video and each other. The guy on screen was deep-throating now, gagging on it. Ryan groaned. "Shit, that looks good. You wanna try?"
I didn't answer with words. I got on my knees between his legs and leaned in. His cock smelled like sweat and precum. I licked the head first, tasting salt, then opened wide and took him in. Ryan hissed and grabbed my hair. "Yeah, suck it. Fuck, your mouth is hot."
I bobbed my head, getting sloppy fast, spit running down his shaft. He thrust up a little, pushing deeper until I gagged. I pulled off, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock, then went back down, sucking harder. My own dick was dripping on the floor.
Ryan pulled me up after a minute. "My turn. Get on the couch."
I lay back and he swallowed me whole. No hesitation. His tongue worked the underside while he sucked, one hand cupping my balls. I fucked his mouth slow at first, then faster when he moaned around me. He pulled off and spat on my cock, jerking it while he looked up. "You want my ass or you want to fuck my face more?"
"Both," I said, voice rough. "But I want your ass first."
We moved to the bedroom. I grabbed lube from the drawer.
Ryan got on all fours, ass up, and I slicked my fingers, pushing two inside him. He was tight but pushed back, grunting. "More. Stretch me."
I added a third finger, twisting and scissoring until he was loose and begging. Then I lined up and pushed my cock in. The heat was insane. I sank in balls-deep on the first thrust and stayed there, grinding. Ryan pushed back hard. "Fuck me. Pound that hole."
I did. Hard and steady, skin slapping, the bed creaking. Sweat dripped off me onto his back. He reached under and jerked himself in time with my thrusts. Every time I bottomed out he moaned louder. I pulled out, flipped him onto his back, and hooked his legs over my shoulders. The new angle let me go deeper. I watched his face while I fucked him, eyes half-closed, mouth open.
"Harder," he gasped. "Make me cum on your cock."
I slammed into him, pace brutal now. His dick twitched and shot ropes across his stomach and chest without him even touching it. The sight pushed me over. I buried myself deep and unloaded, pulsing thick cum inside him. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, until I softened and slipped out.
Ryan pulled me down for a messy kiss, tongues sliding, tasting each other. "Round two in the shower?" he asked against my mouth.
We didn't sleep much that night. By morning we were both sore, covered in dried cum, and already planning the next sleepover.
