Alex showed up at the house in his usual ripped black jeans and faded band tee, silver hoop in his nose catching the porch light. Nineteen, skinny, hair dyed that messy blue-black, he looked every bit the alt gay kid who spent too much time scrolling porn on his phone and not enough time actually touching anyone. The dad who hired him was thirty-five, tall, built from lifting, and had that quiet, hungry stare that made Alex’s stomach flip the second he opened the door.
The kid was already asleep. Alex barely got through the usual instructions before the dad left for his night out. Hours later the door opened again and the guy came back early, smelling like whiskey and cologne. He didn’t waste time with small talk. “Kid down?” he asked, voice low.
“Yeah,” Alex answered, heart hammering.
The man stepped closer, eyes dragging over Alex’s tight shirt and the obvious bulge already starting in his jeans. “You ever let a guy fuck you before?”
Alex swallowed.
“No. First time.”
“Good.” The man grabbed the back of Alex’s neck and pulled him in. The kiss was rough, all teeth and tongue, nothing soft about it. Hands went straight under Alex’s shirt, rough palms sliding over smooth skin until they found his nipples and pinched hard enough to make him gasp. “Strip.”
Alex yanked his clothes off fast, cock already hard and leaking against his stomach. The man didn’t bother taking everything off, just unzipped and pulled out a thick, veiny dick that made Alex’s mouth water. “On your knees.”
Alex dropped. The cock slapped against his lips, heavy and hot. He opened up and took it, gagging when the guy pushed straight to the back of his throat. Spit ran down his chin while the man fucked his face in short, dirty thrusts. “That’s it, alt boy. Suck that dick like you’ve been waiting for it.”
After a minute the man hauled Alex up, spun him around, and bent him over the kitchen table. Cold wood pressed against Alex’s chest. A thick finger shoved between his cheeks without warning, slick with spit, and pushed inside his tight hole. Alex groaned, hole clenching around the intrusion.
“Relax,” the man growled, working the finger deeper, then adding a second. He scissored them open, stretching Alex fast and rough. “Gonna fuck this virgin ass raw.”
Alex pushed back on the fingers, cock dripping onto the floor. “Do it. Fuck me.”
The man spat on his hole, lined up, and shoved the head of his cock in. The burn was sharp and sudden. Alex’s mouth fell open in a silent shout as inch after thick inch forced its way inside. The man didn’t stop until his balls rested against Alex’s ass. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
He started thrusting hard, the table creaking under them. Every slam drove that cock deeper, hitting spots Alex had only ever rubbed with his own fingers. Skin slapped skin. The man reached around and jerked Alex’s cock in time with his thrusts, rough and fast.
“Tell me how it feels,” the man demanded.
“Big,” Alex panted. “Hurts so fucking good. Don’t stop.”
The pace got brutal. The man pulled out, flipped Alex onto his back on the table, and shoved back in, legs hooked over his shoulders. Sweat dripped off both of them. Alex’s hole sucked at the cock, stretched wide and shiny with spit. Every thrust made his own dick bounce and leak.
The man leaned down and bit at Alex’s neck, sucking a mark while he pounded harder. “Gonna fill this first-time hole up.”
Alex came first, untouched except for the pounding against his prostate. Cum shot across his stomach in thick ropes. His ass clamped down, milking the cock inside him. The man groaned, buried himself to the hilt, and unloaded deep, hot pulses flooding Alex’s guts.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. When the man finally pulled out, cum leaked from Alex’s used hole and ran down his crack. He looked wrecked, blue hair sticking to his forehead, lips swollen, ass red and open.
The man wiped his cock on Alex’s thigh. “Same time next week?”
Alex nodded, already half-hard again. “Yeah. Next time I want it even rougher.”
The man grinned. “Deal.”
