My curious straight friend, Alex, had always been fascinated by gay porn, but never mustered the courage to explore it in person – until that day after the soccer game. He stumbled upon me in the bathroom, my dick hard and ready, a tantalizing aroma of sex lingering in the air.
His eyes widened as he took in the scene: my cock, slick with pre-cum, straining against my jeans; his gaze lingered on the bulge in his own pants, betraying his hidden desires. I smirked, sensing the raw attraction crackling between us.
Without a word, Alex stepped closer, his hand reaching for me. My cock twitched as he grasped it, his fingers wrapping around my girth with surprising confidence. I groaned, my dick throbbing in his palm, and guided him to the sink. The cold surface provided a stark contrast to the fiery passion coursing through us.
As Alex’s lips closed around my tip, a rush of euphoria enveloped me. His mouth was warm, wet, and skilled – a natural-born cocksucker. He suckled and licked, his tongue dancing along my shaft, sending shivers down my spine. My hands cradled the back of his head, guiding him deeper into the abyss of oral sex.
In that moment, all pretenses melted away. Alex was no longer just a curious straight friend; he was a gay man, fully embracing his desires and giving in to the primal urge to suck cock. I fucked his mouth with reckless abandon, my dick pounding against the back of his throat as we both teetered on the brink of orgasm.
With one final thrust, I erupted, coating Alex’s tongue with my cum. He swallowed, a look of awe and satisfaction etched on his face. In that instant, our friendship was forever transformed – we had crossed the threshold from curious to carnal, and nothing would ever be the same again.
