She had always known Jake was gay. It was never a secret between them. They shared everything over beers and late-night texts, from his latest Grindr disasters to her string of disappointing hookups with straight men who couldn't find a clit if it came with GPS. But one humid Friday night, after too many shots and a movie that turned into making out on his couch, something snapped.
"Fuck, this is weird," Jake muttered against her mouth, his hand already under her shirt, squeezing her tit hard. His cock was rock hard in his jeans, pressing against her thigh. She ground down on it, feeling the thick length through the denim.
"Shut up and fuck me," she said, yanking his zipper down. His dick sprang out, veined and leaking, bigger than she expected. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked, thumb smearing the precum over the head. Jake groaned, hips bucking.
He wasn't gentle. He shoved her back on the couch, yanked her shorts and panties off in one motion, and buried his face between her legs. His tongue was rough and eager, licking from her asshole to her clit in long, sloppy strokes. She grabbed his hair and rode his face, juices coating his chin as he sucked her swollen nub and shoved two fingers into her cunt.
"Jesus, you taste good," he growled, voice muffled. He pumped his fingers fast, curling them against her front wall until she was shaking. She came hard, thighs clamping his head, but he didn't stop.
He kept licking through the spasms until she pushed him away, panting.
Her turn. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, lining that thick cock up with her soaked pussy. She sank down slow, letting every inch stretch her open. Jake's eyes rolled back. "Fuck, that's tight," he hissed. She started riding him hard, ass slapping against his thighs, tits bouncing. He reached up and pinched her nipples, twisting just enough to make her yelp and clench around him.
They switched positions fast. He flipped her onto all fours and slammed back in from behind, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. One hand gripped her hip, the other reached around to rub her clit in rough circles. "You like getting fucked by a gay guy?" he taunted, voice low and dirty. "Your pussy's gripping me like it doesn't care."
She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. "Harder," she demanded. He obliged, pounding her until the couch creaked and she was drooling into the cushion. When he pulled out and flipped her again, she knew what he wanted. She took his cock in her mouth, tasting herself on him, sucking deep while he fucked her throat. He came with a shout, hot spurts flooding her mouth. She swallowed most of it, letting the rest drip down her chin onto her tits.
They didn't stop there. After a quick break for water and more lube, she rode him again, this time with her fingers in his ass, working his prostate until he was begging. He returned the favor, eating her out again while she sucked him back to hardness. By the time they collapsed, sweaty and spent, the sun was coming up.
Jake laughed, breathless. "Guess I'm not as gay as I thought."
She smirked, tracing a finger through the mess on her stomach. "Or maybe you're just gay for this pussy."
They both knew it wouldn't be the last time.
