I had no clue what the fuck I was doing that night, just that my cock was throbbing and my roommate Jake kept looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive. We were both nineteen, fresh out of high school, sharing a shitty apartment because rent was cheaper split. One beer turned into three, and then he flat-out said it: “I’ve been thinking about your ass all week.”
My face burned but my dick jumped. I’d never done anything with a guy before. Hell, I’d barely done anything with girls. But the way he said it, raw and direct, made my hole twitch like it already knew what was coming.
“Show me,” I muttered, voice cracking.
Jake didn’t waste time. He shoved me onto the couch, yanked my shorts down, and spread my cheeks with both hands. The first lick was hot and wet, right over my hole. I jerked like I’d been shocked. “Fuck,” I hissed. His tongue was soft but insistent, circling, pressing, then pushing inside just enough to make me gasp. No one had ever touched me there, let alone licked me.
He groaned against my skin, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. “Tastes so fucking good,” he said, voice muffled.
Then he went back in, licking broad and sloppy, spit running down my balls. I gripped the couch cushion and pushed back without thinking, chasing the feeling. Every swipe of his tongue made my cock leak onto the fabric beneath me.
Jake pulled back just long enough to spit directly on my hole and rub it in with his thumb. “Relax,” he ordered, then buried his face again. This time he sucked, actually sucked on my rim, and I moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear. My legs started shaking. I’d jerked off a thousand times imagining weird shit, but nothing prepared me for how filthy and good this felt.
He reached around and grabbed my cock, stroking it slow while his tongue fucked in and out of me in short, wet thrusts. “You’re opening up for me already,” he said, sounding smug and turned on. “First time getting your ass eaten and you’re pushing back like a slut.”
The word hit hard. I should’ve been embarrassed, but it only made me harder. “Don’t stop,” I begged, voice rough. He didn’t. He licked faster, then slower, alternating between flat laps and pointed jabs that made my hole flutter. Spit soaked everything. My balls were slick with it. Every time he pulled away to breathe I felt empty, then he’d dive back in and I’d curse.
After a few minutes he added a finger, sliding it in alongside his tongue. The stretch burned at first, then melted into pure heat when he curled it and found that spot inside me. I shouted, hips bucking. “There,” I choked out. “Fuck, right there.”
Jake laughed low and kept working me, tongue and finger moving together until I was dripping and desperate. He pulled his finger out, spread my cheeks wider, and dove in deeper than before, tongue fucking me open like he was trying to taste my soul. My cock throbbed untouched, close to blowing just from this.
“Gonna come,” I warned, voice shaking.
He pulled off just enough to say, “Do it. Come while I eat this virgin ass.” Then he sucked hard on my rim again and I lost it. Cum shot out of me in thick ropes, hitting the couch and my own stomach, while his tongue kept licking through every pulse. I shook so hard my knees buckled.
When I finally stopped twitching he gave one last slow lick, then kissed the small of my back. “Not bad for your first time,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His own cock was rock hard in his jeans.
I rolled over, breathing like I’d run a mile. “Your turn next,” I told him, already hungry to try it myself. The night was just getting started.
