The camera sat on the tripod in the corner, red light blinking like it was already recording every filthy second. Jake had found the ad looking for real first-time gay footage, and now here he was, stripped to his boxers in some stranger’s apartment, heart hammering while Mike stood across from him with a hard-on tenting his jeans.
“Turn around and show the lens what you’re offering,” Mike said, voice low and rough. Jake obeyed, bending slightly so the camera caught the curve of his ass. His cock twitched at the idea of strangers watching this later.
Mike stepped in close, grabbed Jake’s hips and yanked him back against his crotch. “You ever had a dick in your mouth before?” Jake shook his head. “Good. Open up.”
Mike unzipped and pulled out a thick, veiny cock already leaking at the tip. He didn’t wait for Jake to ease into it. He pushed the head past Jake’s lips and fed him inch after inch until Jake’s nose pressed into trimmed pubes. Jake gagged once, spit running down his chin, but Mike held him there. “Suck it like you mean it. The camera wants to see you hungry.”
Jake started bobbing, tongue working the underside, tasting salt and skin. Every slurp sounded loud in the quiet room. Mike groaned and started thrusting shallowly, fucking Jake’s mouth while the lens captured the stretch of his lips. Jake’s own cock strained against his boxers, a wet spot spreading.
“Strip and get on the bed,” Mike ordered after a few minutes. Jake kicked off his boxers and lay back, legs spread. Mike climbed between them, camera still rolling. He spit on his fingers and pressed one against Jake’s hole. The first push made Jake hiss, but the burn quickly turned into something hotter as Mike worked the finger in and out, then added a second.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Mike muttered. He grabbed lube from the nightstand, slicked his cock, and lined up. “Tell the camera what you want.”
Jake looked straight at the blinking red light. “I want your cock in my ass. First time. Make it count.”
Mike pushed in slow but steady. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but Jake bore down and took it. Inch by inch, Mike sank deep until his balls rested against Jake’s ass. He stayed still for a moment, letting Jake adjust, then started moving.
The thrusts built from careful to hard. Skin slapped skin. Jake’s moans turned into loud, desperate grunts every time Mike bottomed out.
Mike grabbed Jake’s ankles and pushed his legs back toward his chest, changing the angle so every stroke nailed his prostate. Jake’s cock bounced against his stomach, leaking steadily.
“Jerk yourself while I fuck you,” Mike growled. Jake wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked in time with the pounding. The camera caught everything: the way Mike’s cock disappeared into his hole, the shine of lube, the flex of muscle.
Mike pulled out, flipped Jake onto his stomach, and shoved back in. This angle was deeper, rougher. He gripped Jake’s hips and drilled into him, sweat dripping onto Jake’s back. Jake buried his face in the mattress and pushed back to meet every thrust.
“Gonna fill you up,” Mike warned. His rhythm faltered, then he slammed in hard and stayed there, pulsing. Jake felt the heat of Mike’s load flooding his ass. That was enough to push him over. He came in thick ropes across the sheets, hole clenching around Mike’s still-twitching cock.
They stayed locked together for a long minute, breathing hard. Mike finally eased out, cum trickling down Jake’s thigh. He reached over and stopped the recording.
“First gay sex stories on video, done,” Mike said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “You want to watch it back?”
Jake rolled onto his side, still catching his breath, ass sore and satisfied. “Yeah. Then we film round two.”
