From Netflix and chill to sucking my best friends dick almost every day, (M/M, true story)

Throwaway for obvious reasons. This has been living in my head for years and I finally need to get it out.

So me and my buddy Jake have been friends since freshman year of college. We’re both 24 now, pretty average guys—gym a couple times a week, same stupid sense of humor, play video games, talk shit about work. He’s straight, or at least that’s what I always thought. I’m bi but never made a big deal about it with him. We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times in the locker room or crashing at each other’s places, but it was never weird. Just bros.

A few months ago we were at his apartment on a random Friday. Girlfriends were both out of town (mine was visiting family, his was on a girls’ trip). We ordered pizza, cracked some beers, and after the usual gaming we ended up scrolling for something to watch. Nothing good on Netflix. Jake gets this smirk and goes, “Fuck it, want to throw on some porn? Been a while since I watched with someone.”

I laughed it off at first but said sure. We put on this amateur couple video, nothing crazy. We’re both sitting on the couch in gym shorts, commenting on the girl’s tits and the dude’s technique like idiots. After a while I notice Jake’s got a pretty obvious tent going. I was half-hard too. The vibe got quiet. Then he pauses the video and says, “This is kinda weird but also not? Wanna play Would You Rather to make it less awkward?”

We start easy. Would you rather fuck a 10/10 but she has a dick, or a 6 with perfect head game? Stupid shit. Then it gets more personal.

“Would you rather jerk off with a guy once or never know what it feels like?” he asks.

I shrugged, heart beating faster. “Probably try it once. Curiosity, you know?”

He nodded. “Same.”

We kept going. The questions got dirtier. Would you rather give or receive head from a guy? Would you rather watch your best friend fuck or join in? By the end we were both visibly hard and not even pretending to hide it. The porn was still paused on the TV.

Jake looks at me and goes, “Truth or dare?”

I laughed nervously. “Dare.”

“I dare you to pull your shorts down and show me how hard you are right now.”

So I did. My dick springs out, leaking already. He stares for a second then does the same. His is a little thicker than mine, nice upward curve, shaved balls. We’re just sitting there with our cocks out like it’s normal.

“Jerk it,” he dares next.

We start stroking side by side. The sound of skin on skin and our breathing filled the room. After a few minutes he reaches over and knocks my hand away, wraps his fist around me. Holy fuck. His grip was perfect—firm but not too tight. I did the same to him. We’re both staring at each other’s cocks while we stroke. No kissing, no talking really, just heavy breathing and the wet sounds. I came first, shooting all over my stomach. He followed like thirty seconds later, groaning my name under his breath. We cleaned up in silence, then played more video games like nothing happened.

But it happened again the next weekend. And the one after that.

The third time we did truth or dare again and the dares got bolder. He dared me to taste my own cum off his fingers. I dared him to lick the head of my cock. That night we ended up 69ing on his couch for the first time. It was clumsy and we kept laughing nervously, but once I had his dick in my mouth… I don’t know, something clicked. He tasted clean, a little salty, and the way he moaned when I swirled my tongue around the head made me throb. He came down my throat without warning. I came in his mouth right after. We both swallowed.

After that it became a regular thing. Not every day at first, but whenever one of us was horny and single life gave us an opening. We’d text “you home?” or just show up with beer. Sometimes we still watch porn first as foreplay. Sometimes we skip straight to it. We’ve gotten way better—figuring out what the other likes. He loves when I play with his balls while sucking him. I love when he pins my head down a little, not too rough but enough to feel used.

We still hang out exactly like before—gym, games, grabbing food, talking about girls. Neither of us wants a relationship with each other. We both still date women. This is just… our thing. Stress relief. Bro bonding on another level. Last week I sucked him off in his car in the parking lot of our gym because he said he was too horny to drive home. He returned the favor in my shower two days ago.

I don’t know what this makes us. Not gay, I don’t think. Maybe just two horny guys who trust each other enough to cross every line and still be best friends after. It feels too good to stop, even if part of me wonders if we’re playing with fire.

Anyway, that’s my story. Feels crazy typing it all out. If you’re in a similar situation… I get it now. Sometimes the line between “just bros” and this is thinner than you think.