It started as a dare, the way these things always do. Two straight buddies, too many beers, a porn video playing on the laptop. One pulls his cock out first, stroking openly. The other watches from the corner of his eye, then mirrors the action. Within minutes, they are sitting side by side on the couch, openly jerking off, stealing increasingly obvious glances at each other’s throbbing cocks.
The first line crossed is a hand. One reaches over and wraps his fingers around his buddy’s shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of another man’s cock for the first time. The resulting moan is involuntary and devastating — it shatters whatever straight pretense remained. Within seconds, both men are stroking each other with an urgency that surprises them both, pre-cum slicking their grips as hands pump faster.
The second line crossed is everything else. A mouth replaces a hand. Then a tongue finds a hole. Then one straight buddy is inside the other, raw, both men stunned by how natural it feels, how right, how incomprehensibly better than anything either expected. The straight buddy who bottoms cums untouched, his cock erupting against his stomach the moment his friend’s raw shaft hits his prostate. The straight buddy who tops follows seconds later, flooding his best friend’s hole with a massive load and permanently altering the friendship in the most satisfying way possible.
