I was twenty-one, fresh out of college and still telling myself I was straight, when my dad’s old buddy Rick moved back to town. He was forty-eight, built like a brick shithouse from years of construction work, with thick arms, a salt-and-pepper beard, and a stare that made my stomach flip. We started lifting together at the gym. One night after a late session he invited me back to his place for a beer. I knew what was coming the second he locked the door.
“Strip,” he said, voice low and rough. No small talk, no romance. I stood there in his living room, heart hammering, and pulled my shirt off. My cock was already half-hard just from the way he looked at me. Rick didn’t waste time. He stepped in close, grabbed my jaw, and shoved his tongue down my throat while his big hand squeezed my dick through my shorts. “You’ve never had a cock in you, have you?” he growled against my mouth.
I shook my head. “First time,” I admitted, voice shaky.
“Good. I like breaking in fresh ass.” He shoved me to my knees. His sweatpants hit the floor and his thick, veiny cock sprang out, already leaking. It was bigger than any dick I’d seen in porn—eight inches, heavy, with a fat head. “Suck it,” he ordered.
I opened my mouth and he pushed straight in. No easing me into it. He fucked my throat in short, hard thrusts while I gagged and drooled down my chin. “That’s it, boy. Get it sloppy. You’re gonna need the spit when I open that tight little hole.” My own cock throbbed untouched. I reached down to stroke myself but he slapped my hand away. “No touching. You come when I say.”
He pulled out, hauled me up, and bent me over the arm of his couch. My shorts and boxers were ripped down in one yank. Rick spat on my hole, rubbed the head of his cock against it, and started pushing. It burned like hell. I grunted and tried to pull away but his hand clamped on the back of my neck. “Breathe and push out. You’re taking every inch tonight.”
Inch by inch he sank into me. My ass stretched around that fat cock until his balls rested against mine. I’d never felt so full, so used. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started fucking—long, deep strokes that made the couch creak. Every thrust punched a moan out of me. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he snarled. “Gonna wreck this virgin hole.”
He reached around and wrapped a rough hand around my cock, jerking me in time with his thrusts. Precum poured out of me onto the couch. The pain melted into something hotter, something that made my balls draw up tight. “Please,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder.”
Rick laughed, low and dirty, and gave me exactly what I begged for.
He pounded me until I was shaking, until the only sounds in the room were skin slapping skin and my desperate moans. When he felt me getting close he pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and shoved back in. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and drilled down at a brutal angle that nailed my prostate every time.
“Come on my cock,” he ordered. “Show me how much you love getting fucked by an older man.”
I came with a shout, shooting thick ropes across my own stomach and chest. My ass clenched around him and he growled, buried himself to the hilt, and unloaded deep inside me. I felt every pulse of his hot cum flooding my guts.
He stayed inside me while we caught our breath, then slowly pulled out. Cum leaked down my crack onto the couch. Rick wiped his cock on my thigh and smirked. “Next round’s in the shower. You’re not leaving until that hole’s properly broken in.”
I knew right then I was done pretending I was straight. All I wanted was more of his cock.
