It was just another Friday night, and with our wives out of town, Mike and I decided to crack open some beers at his place. I’m a straight guy through and through, always been into women, but something about the way the cold bottles slid down my throat made the room feel warmer, more alive. The TV flickered in the background, but my eyes kept drifting to Mike’s strong jawline as he laughed at some stupid joke. One beer led to another, and I felt that familiar buzz creeping in, loosening my inhibitions like a slow unzip.
As we sank deeper into the couch, our knees brushed accidentally, and neither of us pulled away. Mike topped off my glass, his fingers lingering on mine for a second too long, sending a jolt straight to my cock. I tried to shake it off, telling myself it was the alcohol talking, but fuck, his cologne mixed with the hoppy scent of beer was intoxicating. We talked about work, about our wives, but every word felt charged, like foreplay I didn’t expect. My heart pounded as I took another swig, feeling the liquid courage push me closer.
The conversation turned to old college stories, wild parties where we’d both hooked up with girls, but now, with the beers flowing, I found myself picturing Mike in those scenarios. His hand slapped my thigh in laughter, and I didn’t move it away; instead, I let it rest there, the heat seeping through my jeans. “Man, you’ve got some stories,” I said, my voice husky, eyeing the way his shirt hugged his chest. Another beer down, and I was hard as a rock, blaming it on the booze but knowing it was more.
Mike leaned in closer, our shoulders touching now, and whispered, “Remember that time we almost got into a fight? I could’ve pinned you down easy.” His breath was hot on my neck, and I felt my dick twitch in response. I laughed it off, but inside, I was imagining those strong hands on me, gripping tight. The beers kept coming, and with each one, the room spun a little more, making everything feel urgent, primal. I shifted in my seat, trying to hide my growing bulge, but Mike’s eyes flicked down, a knowing smirk on his lips.
We killed another round, the empties piling up on the coffee table, and that’s when Mike suggested we play a dumb drinking game. “Truth or dare style,” he said, his voice low and teasing. I agreed, the alcohol making me bold, and soon we were spilling secrets. When it was his turn, he dared me to admit something I’d never told anyone. “Fine,” I slurred, “I’ve always wondered what it feels like to be with a guy.” The words hung in the air, and Mike’s eyes darkened with lust, his gaze locked on mine like he was undressing me.
He didn’t hesitate; Mike moved closer, his knee pressing hard against my thigh as he said, “I can show you.” My heart raced, beers buzzing in my veins, and before I knew it, his hand was on my cheek, rough and demanding. I should’ve stopped him, but fuck, the way his fingers traced my skin made my cock throb. We were both straight, or at least we thought we were, but in that moment, with the room spinning from the booze, I leaned in. Our lips crashed together, sloppy and urgent, tongues wrestling like we were fighting for dominance.
The kiss deepened, tasting of beer and salt, and I felt his hand slide down to my crotch, palming my hard dick through my jeans. “Shit, you’re packing,” he growled, squeezing just right, making me gasp. I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer, our bodies grinding as the beers blurred the lines between friendship and something forbidden. My mind screamed that this was wrong, but my body betrayed me, aching for more. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, biting softly, and I moaned, louder than I intended.
Mike pushed me back onto the couch, his hands working my jeans open, freeing my throbbing cock to the cool air. “Look at you, all hard for me,” he whispered, stroking me slowly, his grip firm and skilled. I was panting now, the beers making everything hazy but heightening every sensation. He licked his lips, eyes fixed on my shaft, and I nodded, giving silent permission. This was it, my first time with a man, and the anticipation was killing me.
He dropped to his knees between my legs, the beer bottles clinking as he knocked one over in his haste. His breath ghosted over my tip, hot and teasing, before he took me into his mouth, sucking deep and wet. “Fuck, yes,” I groaned, my hands fisting his hair as he worked me with his tongue, swirling around the head like he knew exactly what I needed. The beers had me floating, but this—this was earth-shattering, his lips sliding up and down my shaft, taking me deeper with each bob.
I thrust up involuntarily, fucking his mouth as he gagged slightly, the sound obscene and arousing. “God, that feels incredible,” I panted, watching him take me like a pro, his own bulge straining against his pants. The room smelled of sweat and hops, our forbidden act unfolding in the dim light. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing, and I felt my balls tighten, the pleasure building like a storm. “Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice raw with need.
Mike’s hands roamed my thighs, squeezing as he deep-throated me, his nose brushing my pubes. I was lost in it, the beers making me surrender completely, my straight facade crumbling under his expert touch. He pulled back, licking a stripe from base to tip, then swallowed me again, faster this time, his moans vibrating against my skin. “You’re so fucking thick,” he murmured around me, sending shockwaves through my core.
The intensity built, my hips bucking as he took me to the edge, his mouth a hot, wet heaven. I grabbed his head, guiding him, fucking his face with abandon, the beers erasing any hesitation. “I’m close,” I warned, but he didn’t pull away; instead, he sucked harder, his tongue flicking my sensitive spot. My world exploded, cum shooting down his throat as I cried out, waves of ecstasy crashing over me.
He swallowed every drop, milking me dry with his lips, then looked up with a wicked grin. “Told you I’d show you,” he said, wiping his mouth. I was spent, panting on the couch, but the beers had me wanting more. I pulled him up, kissing him tasting myself on his tongue, our bodies still buzzing. “Your turn,” I whispered, reaching for his pants, ready to explore this new side.
But as we caught our breath, the reality hit—the wives would be back soon, and this secret would stay buried. Still, the seduction lingered, the beers’ haze making it feel like just the beginning. I traced his jaw, feeling the stubble, already craving another taste. This straight guy life? It just got a lot more complicated.
In the afterglow, we shared one last beer, clinking bottles with a silent pact. My cock twitched at the memory, and I knew I’d be replaying this night over and over. Mike smirked, his hand on my knee, promising more if we ever got the chance. The front door was locked, our secret safe, but the thirst was far from quenched.
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