Jake spotted him across the crowded bar, the guy with the tight black t-shirt stretched over broad shoulders. He was nursing a beer, eyes scanning like he was hunting. Jake walked over, no bullshit, and said, "You look like you want to fuck." The guy, who called himself Marcus, smirked and replied, "Only if you can take it." Twenty minutes later they were in Marcus's apartment, door slamming shut behind them.
Marcus grabbed Jake by the belt and yanked him close. Their mouths crashed together hard, tongues pushing deep, teeth clashing. Jake tasted beer and salt. Marcus's hands went straight to Jake's ass, squeezing the cheeks through denim and growling, "This what you came for?" Jake nodded and shoved his hand down Marcus's pants, wrapping fingers around a thick, already-hard cock. It pulsed hot in his grip, veins standing out along the shaft.
They stripped fast. Marcus's body was solid muscle and dark hair trailing down to a heavy dick that slapped against his stomach when it sprang free. Jake's own cock stood straight out, leaking at the tip. Marcus pushed Jake onto the bed face down and spread his legs wide. "First time taking dick?" he asked, voice low and rough. Jake admitted it was. Marcus spat on his hole and rubbed the wet with two fingers, pressing one inside without warning. Jake grunted at the stretch but pushed back, wanting more.
Marcus worked that finger in and out, then added a second, twisting and scissoring to open him up. Jake's cock rubbed against the sheets, smearing pre-cum. "Fuck, you're tight," Marcus said, pulling his fingers free and lining up his cock. He pressed the blunt head against Jake's hole and pushed. The burn hit immediately, sharp and deep. Jake hissed but stayed still, letting Marcus sink in inch by inch until his balls rested against Jake's ass.
Marcus held there, breathing heavy. "Take it all, first-timer."
He started thrusting, slow at first then harder, the slap of skin loud in the room. Jake felt every ridge of that cock dragging over his prostate, turning the burn into heat that spread through his gut. Marcus grabbed Jake's hips and pounded, dirty talk spilling out: "Your ass is gripping me like it wants to keep this dick forever. First cock and you're already a slut for it." Jake moaned into the mattress and reached back to spread his cheeks wider.
Marcus flipped him onto his back, hooked Jake's legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. The new angle made Jake's cock bounce and leak steadily. Marcus wrapped a fist around it and stroked in time with his thrusts, thumb smearing the head. Jake's balls tightened. "Gonna come on my dick your first time?" Marcus asked, speeding up. Jake nodded, eyes half-closed, and shot thick ropes across his own stomach and chest. His hole clenched hard around Marcus, who growled and buried himself to the root, pulsing hot cum deep inside.
They didn't stop. Marcus pulled out, flipped Jake again, and had him ride. Jake lowered himself onto the slick cock, feeling cum and spit ease the way. He bounced, hands on Marcus's chest, while Marcus reached up to pinch his nipples and slap his ass. "Ride it like you mean it," Marcus ordered. Jake did, grinding down until Marcus filled him a second time.
Later, Marcus lay back and told Jake to suck him clean. Jake took the softening cock into his mouth, tasting their mixed loads, licking every inch. Marcus hardened again and fucked Jake's throat until he came a third time, Jake swallowing what he could. By the time they finished, Jake's hole was sore, used, and dripping. Marcus pulled him close and said, "Next time we go slower, but you did good for your first." Jake smiled against his chest, already thinking about round two.
