That weekend was supposed to be just another laid-back sleepover.
Drinking beer at Jake's house, playing old video games, staying up late, just hanging out—you know, a typical summer night for college guys.
...I never imagined I'd end up deepthroating Jake's dad’s dick.
But let me start from the beginning.
My name is Tyler. I'm a 21-year-old college student.
Jake and I have been best friends since middle school, and before we knew it, nearly ten years had passed with us being inseparable.
The first time I watched porn was at Jake’s house. At the time, it was just a joke—we even jerked each other off.
In that strangely quiet atmosphere, we laughed. But both of our dicks were rock hard.
Among the videos Jake had downloaded, there were some gay ones, for some reason. Jake and I were both oddly excited by the sweaty men entangled on the screen.
We kept saying things like, “Ew, that’s gross,” but our eyes were glued to the screen. The “top” guy in that video—muscular, a bit older, and somehow resembling Jake’s dad.
Oh, right. Jake’s parents divorced a few years ago, and his mother remarried and moved out.
So now it’s just Jake and his father, Mark, living together.
Mark is honestly super hot.
Short hair, muscular, just so masculine—like a former football player.
Actually, he was the captain of the high school football team and apparently still coaches the local junior league on weekends.
Every time I stayed at Jake’s house, I secretly looked forward to seeing Mark. To be honest—I was checking him out.
The thick chest visible through his T-shirt, his damp hair after morning showers, the open collar of his bathrobe...
When did I start getting turned on by men’s bodies like this? If someone asked me if I’m gay, I honestly wouldn’t know—
But I was undeniably drawn to Mark.
That night started the same way.
We drank a few beers, and Jake fell asleep on the sofa first.
When I went to return the glass to the kitchen, I ran into Mark.
“Oh, Tyler. You’re still awake?”
“Jake fell asleep. I was just cleaning up.”
Mark was wearing only a tank top, wiping sweat from his face—he must have just come back from the gym.
The line from his arm to his shoulder was so defined it caught my eye involuntarily.
His skin was faintly red and flushed, and the scent of a man gently tickled my nose.
“Want to have a drink? I’ll join you for one.”
I nodded as I took the cold can of beer he offered me.
“Yeah... that’s fine.”
It was past 1 a.m. in the kitchen, just the two of us.
Under the dim lighting, Mark slowly took a sip of beer and swallowed it with a gulp.
For some reason, I found myself staring at the movement of his Adam’s apple...
“...Huh? What’s wrong?”
I snapped out of it and quickly looked away.
“Nothing...”
Mark smiled softly. Then he looked me straight in the eye.
“You... you’ve always looked at me a little strangely, haven’t you?”
My heart skipped a beat.
“...Huh?”
I tried to brush it off with a dry laugh, but Mark’s eyes weren’t joking. He watched my expression quietly but sharply.
“I’m not blaming you.” Mark placed the beer can on the kitchen counter and slowly crossed his arms. His bulging biceps rose from the hem of his tank top.
“Everyone has that kind of ‘awakening’ during puberty. Even with men.”
My throat was dry. Yet my hand holding the beer can was sweaty, and I couldn’t drink it properly.
My mouth was parched, but for some reason, my lower body was heating up.
“I... didn’t mean to...”
Mark cut me off before I could finish.
“Tyler. Don’t lie. Be honest.”
His voice was quiet but piercing.
There was a masculine pressure beneath his kindness.
And—deep down, a faint smile.
“You’re still looking at my body, aren’t you?”
His gaze made me shiver.
It felt like he was stripping me naked with his eyes.
I couldn’t answer.
I felt like something would break if I spoke.
“If you’re honest, I’ll forgive you.”
Mark’s voice was low, sweet, and somehow provocative.
“Otherwise, I’ll kick you out of here.”
Silence fell.
I slowly raised my gaze and looked at Mark’s chest.
Through his damp tank top, his thick pectoral muscles rose and fell with each breath.
“...I was watching.”
The small voice didn’t sound like my own.
Mark took a step closer.
“Where?”
“...Your chest, your stomach... your arms...”
I slowly lowered my gaze.
“...And your cock.”
Mark snorted. But it wasn’t a mocking laugh.
“How were you watching?”
“I wanted to touch it. I wanted to suck it.”
The moment I said it, my legs trembled.
But at the same time, my cock was painfully hard inside my pants.
Mark looked down at my crotch as if he could see through me—and slowly reached out his hand.
“Then go ahead and do it. Between guys, as long as we don’t tell anyone, it’s just ‘play.’”
My mind went blank.
My hand moved on its own, grabbing the hem of Mark’s tank top.
When I pulled it up, his well-defined abs and the faint line of hair were revealed.
Below that, a hot, throbbing bulge pressed against his sweatpants.
“It’s not just talk, is it? If you said it, prove it.”
Mark leaned his hips against the counter and slightly spread his legs.
As if to say, “I’m ready.”
I—before that, I knelt down.
I remained kneeling, unable to move for a moment.
Before me were the thick thighs of an older man.
The bulge in his sweatpants was right there—touching it felt like it might break.
Mark saw my hesitation and smiled gently.
“Don’t rush. …It’s your first time, right?”
I nodded slightly, and Mark’s large hand gently touched my cheek.
Despite being a rough man’s hand, it felt strangely warm and reassuring.
“Leave it to me. Let’s take it slow.”
His low, gentle voice fell by my ear.
His hand then stroked my hair, and my head naturally moved closer to the bulge in his sweatpants.
“Go ahead... touch it.”
I extended my trembling fingertips and gently touched it.
Through the thin fabric, I felt the hardness and heat.
It was much more vivid than I had imagined.
“...It’s big.”
Mark chuckled at my involuntary mutter.
“Do you like it?”
“…Yeah.”
Slowly lowering the waistband of the sweatshirt, a thick, fleshy penis stood erect, taut and rigid.
From the base to the head, it gradually thickened—something I had never seen before.
A transparent fluid seeped from the tip, looking incredibly lewd.
“Don’t push yourself too hard. Just go as far as you can.”
Saying that, Mark placed his hand on my cheek again.
Moved by his tenderness, I took a deep breath and leaned in closer.
As I gently ran my tongue over it, Mark’s body trembled slightly.
The faintly salty taste of his skin. The heat of his body.
With each breath, his penis twitched in response.
“...You’re pretty good at this, Tyler.”
Hearing the praise, my throat tightened involuntarily.
I wanted to be praised, so I wanted to try harder.
I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked slowly.
“Ah, there, that’s good... Oh no, if you suck like that...”
Mark’s voice changed to a low, sweet tone.
His fingertips lightly gripped my hair, but he didn’t try to force it down.
He was gentle, but definitely guiding me.
As he moved his mouth up and down, pressing his tongue against the back of my neck, Mark’s hips trembled slightly.
“Lick more. That’s right, good boy...”
The words “good boy” made my lower abdomen burn uncontrollably.
I was also rock hard in my underwear.
I was so sensitive that I felt like I was going to come just from the friction.
“...Tyler, you can touch yourself too. Don’t hold back if it feels good.”
Hearing that, I reached out with trembling hands to my groin.
Rubbing myself through my sweaty boxers, a shiver ran through me.
While sucking on Mark’s heat in my mouth, I was also touching myself...
I never imagined such a situation.
“You’re good at this. ...It doesn’t feel like your first time.”
Mark’s hand gently touched my cheek and wiped it softly.
Our eyes locked, and I slowly raised my face.
“...Can I kiss you?”
At that question, Mark narrowed his eyes and smiled gently.
Then he pulled my arm to stand me up and gently embraced me.
“Of course it’s okay. Did you think I’d refuse?”
Our lips touched.
It was a deep, confident kiss from an older man.
More than the touch of his lips, it was his body heat and the strength of his arms that made me melt completely.
Even after the kiss ended, Mark’s arms didn’t let go.
Our foreheads touched, and our breaths mingled.
“...Tyler. There’s no turning back now.”
I nodded at the low whisper.
My body couldn’t stop itself.
“...Please, I want to. Until the end.”
Mark closed his eyes for just a moment, then smiled.
That smile had a mix of pride and kindness.
“Then... I’ll try not to hurt you.”
He removed my T-shirt and gently caressed my upper body.
The cold kitchen counter touched my back, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Lean against the table. Spread your legs a little.”
I leaned my body as instructed, and Mark’s large hands gently wrapped around my waist.
With one hand, he pulled down my boxers, exposing my bare skin.
There, the warm gel sensation washed over me—
Mark gently applied the lubricant he had taken out of the kitchen drawer.
“I’m going to insert it slowly. Tell me if it’s too much.”
Saying that, he pressed his lips to my waist.
Just a light suck made my body jump.
His fingers slowly slid into my depths, and I couldn’t help but let out a breath.
“Are you okay…?”
“Um, yeah… It feels a little strange, but… I’m okay.”
Mark took his time, gently relaxing my body.
By the time two, then three fingers had entered me, I was already on the verge of being overwhelmed by waves of pleasure.
“...It’s okay now.”
When I said that, Mark exhaled and slowly pressed his own against my back.
“Alright—here I go.”
The pressure on my hips deepened.
Mark’s thick, hot flesh slowly pushed its way into me.
“...Ugh, ugh...”
The first pain and pressure made my fingers grip the counter.
Mark immediately stopped moving, stroked my back, and spoke gently.
“Don’t push yourself. Tyler... take your time.”
“I’m okay... just a little more... slowly...”
Again, slowly deeper.
Little by little, my insides accepted Mark’s heat.
Amidst the pain, a slow-spreading pleasure mixed in, and my body trembled.
“It’s all the way in... You did well.”
Mark’s voice trembled slightly.
Maybe it felt good because my insides were so tight.
When he started moving, the first few times were painful with each friction.
But Mark’s hands kept holding my body.
“Does it feel good?” “Good boy.” — Gentle words flowed into my ears.
Soon, the pleasure overtook the pain.
“Mark... deeper... it’s okay...”
I was moving my hips on my own.
Leaning on the counter, I was desperately trying to take Mark’s cock into my mouth.
I was so excited that I felt ashamed of myself.
“...Tyler, I’m about to come...”
“Me too...! If I touch it, I’ll come right away...”
The moment Mark wrapped his hand around my cock—
—the sensation of ejaculation exploded through me.
“Ugh… ah, I’m…!”
White fluid splattered onto the counter, and at the same time, Mark’s movements grew deeper and stronger—
“…Damn it, Tyler…! I’m going to come inside you…!”
The heat poured deep inside me.
With pulsating spasms, Mark came inside me.
Neither of us could move for a while.
Our sweaty bodies lay together, and only the sound of our quiet breathing echoed in the kitchen.
“Tyler, are you okay?”
“Yeah. Mark, you...”
Mark smiled wryly and stroked my back.
The sense of fulfillment was stronger than the emptiness after he withdrew.
“...Jake won’t know about this, right?”
“...Yeah, definitely.”
Still, we both leaned in and kissed again without hesitation.
It felt like more than just a passing whim.
──Something changed from that night on.
I was supposed to stay at my best friend’s house, but on the way home,
I quietly told Mark, “I’ll come back again.”
