We were both hammered after the game, sprawled on my couch with the lights low and the TV still on mute. Mike had been my best friend since freshman year, the guy who knew every stupid thing I'd ever done. That night he was grinning like an idiot, beer bottle dangling from his fingers, when he suddenly stood up and yanked his shorts down.
"Check this out," he said, voice thick. His cock swung free, already half-hard, thick and veined with a heavy head that looked bigger than mine. No hesitation, just pure drunk show-off. "Told you it was decent."
I stared. Heat hit my face and dropped straight to my own dick. "Fuck, man. You weren't lying." My mouth went dry. I'd seen him naked a hundred times in locker rooms, but never like this, hard and right in front of me, the tip already shiny.
Mike wrapped his fist around it and gave a slow stroke. "Feels good showing it to you. You gonna just watch or what?"
I pulled my own shorts off without thinking. My cock sprang up, not as thick as his but longer, and I started stroking too. The air felt thick. We sat there side by side, legs touching, jerking off while we stared at each other's cocks. Mike's breathing got rough fast. "Shit, your hand looks good on that thing," he muttered. "Keep going."
We didn't talk much after that. Just the wet sound of skin on skin and our grunts. Mike leaned closer, his shoulder against mine, and spat on his palm to slick himself up. The smell of his spit and pre-cum mixed with mine. I watched the way his balls tightened when he squeezed the head. My own cock throbbed harder.
"Fuck, I'm close already," he growled. He angled toward me, cock aimed at my thigh. Two more strokes and he shot, thick ropes landing hot across my leg and the couch. The sight pushed me over. I came hard, cum pulsing out in long spurts that mixed with his on my skin.
We sat there panting, cocks still in our hands, softening slowly. Mike didn't pull away. Instead he reached over and ran two fingers through the mess on my thigh, then licked them clean without a word. My spent cock gave a twitch at that.
"Always wondered what that would taste like," he said, voice low and rough. "Yours too."
I didn't answer with words.
I just grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to my mouth, sucking his fingers the same way. Salty, bitter, us. That broke whatever last wall was left.
We ended up on the floor, clothes gone, bodies pressed together. Mike's mouth was on my neck first, then lower, teeth scraping my chest. His cock was hardening again against my hip. I reached down and wrapped my hand around both of us, stroking them together. The slide of his thick shaft against mine felt filthy and perfect.
He pushed me onto my back and straddled my thighs. "Want to fuck?" he asked, blunt as ever. I nodded. He grabbed the lube from the drawer I pointed to and slicked himself up fast, no teasing. I lifted my legs and he pressed the blunt head of his cock against my hole. One slow push and he was inside, stretching me open with that thick dick. The burn turned into heat fast.
Mike fucked like he talked, direct and steady. Deep strokes that bottomed out every time, his balls slapping against me. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. I grabbed my own cock and jerked it in time with his thrusts. Every time he bottomed out he grunted my name.
"Harder," I told him. He gave it to me, hips snapping, the wet sound of lube and skin filling the room. When he came he stayed buried deep, pulsing inside me, and the feeling dragged my second orgasm out of me. I shot across my stomach while he watched, still twitching in my ass.
We didn't stop there. After a break for water we switched, me on top riding him while he held my hips and told me exactly how tight I felt. Later we sixty-nined on the rug, sucking each other sloppy and deep until we both came again, swallowing what we could and letting the rest drip down our chins.
By morning we were sore and sticky, lying tangled on the couch again. Mike's hand rested on my spent cock like it belonged there. "We doing this again or what?" he asked, casual as ever.
I just squeezed his thigh and nodded. The best friend who showed his cock had turned into something way better than either of us expected, and neither of us was stopping now.
