You Cockblocked Me Now You Owe Me That Ass Bro

Friday night ruined. His wingman cockblocked him at the bar by being too loud and too drunk, scaring off the hottest guy in the place. Back at the apartment the sexual frustration boils over and he corners his buddy against the kitchen counter. If I cant fuck him tonight then Im fucking you. His buddy laughs nervously but the hand on the back of his neck is firm and the bulge pressing against his thigh is very real. What starts as a power play turns genuine fast when the buddy drops to his knees and opens his mouth voluntarily. He sucks with surprising skill for a guy who claims to be straight, deepthroating like he has practiced in secret. The dominant friend grabs his hair and fucks his face before spinning him around and yanking his jeans down. The first raw thrust draws a loud moan from both of them. He fucks his buddy hard against the counter, dishes rattling with every impact, weeks of hidden attraction pouring out in every stroke. The buddy pushes back for more, completely surrendering to the moment. Both cum explosively — the dominant friend deep inside, the buddy all over the kitchen floor. Cockblocking has consequences.