I never thought I'd suck cock, let alone take one up my ass, but there I was on my knees in Mark's living room with his thick dick stretching my mouth wide open. It started simple enough. We were both twenty-three, fresh out of college, crashing at his place after too many beers and a stupid bet. Mark had always been the loud one, the guy who joked about everything. That night the jokes turned real when he grabbed his bulge and said, "Bet you wouldn't even know what to do with a real cock if it slapped you in the face."
I laughed it off at first, but the room got quiet. My own dick was already half-hard in my jeans. I'd watched gay porn a few times, jerked off to it when I was alone, but never told anyone. Mark pulled his zipper down slow, eyes locked on mine. "Go on then. Prove me wrong."
His cock sprang out, heavy and veined, the head already shiny with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around it and felt it pulse. It was hotter than I expected, thicker too. I leaned in and licked the tip, tasting salt and skin. Mark groaned low and pushed forward. "Yeah, that's it. Open up."
I took him in, lips sliding over the crown, tongue pressing against the underside. He tasted clean but musky, and the way he filled my mouth made my own cock throb. I bobbed my head, getting sloppy fast, spit running down his shaft onto his balls. Mark grabbed my hair and started fucking my face in short thrusts. "Fuck, your mouth is tight. Never done this before, huh? Feels like you're starving for it."
He was right. I gagged when he pushed deeper but didn't pull back. My eyes watered and my jaw ached, but I wanted more. He pulled out after a minute, strings of spit connecting my lips to his dick. "Strip," he ordered. I did, kicking off my clothes until I was naked and leaking on his floor.
Mark shoved me onto the couch face down, ass up. He spread my cheeks and spat right on my hole. One thick finger pushed inside, then two, working me open while he stroked himself. "You're gonna take every inch," he muttered. "First time getting fucked and you're already pushing back on my fingers like a slut."
The burn turned into heat fast. When he lined up and pressed the head against me, I braced. It hurt at first, that stretch, but he went slow, feeding it in inch by inch until his hips met my ass. Full. So fucking full. He started thrusting, long and deep, balls slapping against me. Each stroke dragged over that spot inside that made my cock twitch and drip onto the cushion.
I reached down and jerked myself while he pounded me. "Harder," I heard myself say. "Fuck me harder." Mark obliged, gripping my hips and slamming in, skin slapping loud in the room. He called me names, told me how tight my virgin ass was, how good it felt milking his cock. I came first, shooting ropes across the couch without even touching myself much, just from the way he nailed my prostate over and over.
Mark didn't stop. He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and kept driving in. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. His face was flushed, eyes dark. "Gonna fill you up," he growled. A few more brutal thrusts and he buried himself deep, pulsing hot inside me. I felt every spurt.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, his cock still twitching in my ass. When he pulled out, cum leaked down my crack. Mark smirked and wiped some on his fingers, pushing it back inside. "Not bad for a first time.
Want round two?"
I nodded. By morning we had gone at it again in his bed, me riding him while he stroked my cock until I shot across his stomach. No promises, no strings, just raw need and two guys figuring out how good it felt to fuck. I left his place sore, satisfied, and already thinking about the next time I'd get on my knees for free.
