I walked into the bar that night knowing exactly what I wanted, even if I’d never said it out loud. Twenty-three, straight-laced job, never touched a guy before. But the ache in my ass had been driving me crazy for months, and tonight I was done pretending. The guy who bought me the drink was older, thick arms, rough voice. He didn’t waste time. “You ever been fucked?” he asked, blunt as hell. I shook my head. He smirked and said, “Then you’re getting taken tonight.”
We left ten minutes later. His apartment was small, dim, smelled like leather and sweat. He shoved me against the door the second it closed and kissed me hard, tongue pushing in like he already owned my mouth. My cock was rock hard in my jeans. He grabbed it through the denim and squeezed. “Strip,” he ordered. I peeled everything off fast, standing there naked while he stayed dressed, just watching. My hole twitched, nervous and hungry at the same time.
He pushed me onto the bed face down, ass up. “Stay like that.” I heard the belt, the zipper, then the sound of lube squirting. One thick finger rubbed over my hole, pressing but not entering yet. “Relax or this is gonna hurt,” he said, and pushed inside. I groaned loud. It burned, but I wanted more. He worked that finger in and out, then added a second, stretching me open while I pushed back on his hand like a slut already. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered. “Virgin hole’s gonna feel good around my cock.”
When he pulled his fingers out I felt empty. Then the blunt head of his dick pressed against me. He didn’t ask. He just shoved. The first inch made me yell. It hurt like hell, stretching me wider than anything ever had. He didn’t stop. Inch by inch he sank in until his balls were against me and I was shaking, stuffed full for the first time. “Breathe,” he said, but he was already pulling back and driving in again, harder.
The pain turned fast. Every thrust dragged over something inside that made my cock leak onto the sheets. He grabbed my hips and fucked me deep, steady, dirty strokes that slapped skin. “Take it,” he growled. “This is what you came for.” I moaned into the mattress, pushing back to meet every thrust. My hole clenched around him, greedy now. He reached under and jerked my cock in time with his pounding. “You’re gonna come with a dick in your ass, aren’t you?”
I came hard, shooting all over his hand and the bed while he kept slamming into me. My ass spasmed around his thick cock and he grunted, buried himself to the hilt, and flooded me. I felt every hot pulse. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out slow. Cum leaked down my thighs. I was wrecked, sore, and already wanting it again.
He flipped me over, spread my legs, and looked at my used hole. “Still open,” he said, sounding satisfied. Two fingers slid back in easy, pushing his load deeper. “Next time I’m bringing a friend. You ready to get taken by two cocks at once?” I nodded, voice hoarse. “Yeah. Fuck yes.”
He kept fingering me slow and filthy until I was hard again, then rolled me onto my stomach and took me a second time, slower but just as deep. I came again without touching myself, hole milking him while he filled me once more. By morning I was walking funny, ass tender, but smiling like an idiot. First time taken, and I already knew I’d be back for more.
