Best Friend's Thick Cock Owns My Greedy Ass

I've always been a horny little slut for my best friend Jake's cock. At 22, I'm this lean, smooth gay guy with a tight ass that craves being filled, and Jake—fuck, he's this 23-year-old straight jock with a body carved from gym sessions and pickup basketball games. Broad shoulders, ripped abs, and that bulge in his pants that's haunted my dirtiest fantasies for years. We've been crashing at each other's places since college started, especially after parties like the one tonight. Booze flowing, girls grinding on him all night, but me? I couldn't stop stealing glances at the way his jeans hugged that thick outline.

We stumbled into his shitty off-campus apartment around 2 a.m., both buzzed but not wasted. Jake kicked off his shoes and peeled off his shirt, revealing that V-line disappearing into his low-slung jeans. "Dude, that party was lit," he slurred, flopping onto the couch and cracking open a beer from the fridge. I nodded, trying to play it cool, but my eyes dipped to his crotch as he adjusted himself. Those jeans were tight—too tight—and I swear I saw the head of his cock twitch against the denim.

"Crash here, Alex. Couch is yours," he said, standing up to unbutton his fly. My heart hammered as he shucked his jeans, leaving him in nothing but those skimpy black boxer briefs that did jack shit to hide his package. It was massive, even soft—thick as my wrist, hanging heavy like it owned the room. I stared, mouth watering, imagining how it'd stretch my hole. He caught me. Dead to rights. His eyes narrowed, a smirk curling his lips instead of anger flashing across his face.

"The fuck you looking at, perv?" Jake teased, stepping closer, his bulge inches from my face as I sat frozen on the couch. He didn't cover up; he thrust his hips forward a little, making it sway. "Been staring at my dick all night, haven't you? At the party, in the car... shit, probably every time we hang out."

I swallowed hard, my face burning, but my cock was rock-hard in my sweats. "Jake, I—fuck, man, it's just... you're hung like a horse. Can't help it." Honesty spilled out, confessional style, because why lie now? He'd caught me red-handed.

He laughed, low and dirty, palming himself through the boxers. The fabric tented as he thickened up right there. "Knew it. You've been eye-fucking me for months. And yeah, I've noticed you flirting—bumping into me in the kitchen, 'accidentally' brushing my junk during Mario Kart. Thought you were just being a fag, but damn, it's hot." He hooked his thumbs in his waistband, teasing it down an inch, revealing the base of his shaft—veiny, girthy. "You want this straight boy's cock that bad?"

My breath hitched. "God, yes. Been jerking off thinking about it forever."

Jake's smirk turned predatory. "Bi-curious, I guess. Never done a dude, but you've got me hard as fuck right now." He shoved the boxers down, and his cock sprang free—nine thick inches of straight-boy meat, uncut, with a fat mushroom head already leaking precum. Balls heavy and low, shaved smooth. It throbbed in the air between us, owning my gaze.

Tension snapped like a rubber band. I lunged forward on my knees, hands gripping his muscular thighs. "Let me worship it, Jake. Please." He groaned, fisting my hair—not rough, but firm, guiding my mouth to his tip. I inhaled his musky scent, tongue flicking out to lap at the slit. Salty precum exploded on my taste buds. "Fuck yeah," he muttered, hips bucking.

I opened wide, sucking the head in, lips stretching around his girth. He was too thick—my jaw ached already—but I forced more down, slurping greedily. My tongue swirled the underside, tracing veins as thick as pencils. Jake's hand tightened in my hair. "Suck it like the cockslut you are, Alex. Deeper." I gagged, eyes watering, but pushed on, throat relaxing from practice on my dildos. Halfway down, nose buried in his pubes, I hummed around him, feeling him pulse.

"Shit, your mouth's better than any pussy," he growled, fucking my face slow at first, then faster. Spit dripped down my chin, soaking his balls as I fondled them, rolling the heavy orbs. We ground together like that—me on my knees, him standing dominant—his free hand groping my ass through my sweats. "This greedy hole's mine tonight," he rasped, pulling out with a pop, strings of my saliva connecting us. "Bend over the couch. I need to own that ass."