I met him on an app after months of staring at my screen, jerking off to videos of guys getting pounded. I was twenty-three, horny as hell, and finally ready to stop pretending I only wanted to watch. His profile said he liked breaking in new guys. I messaged him at midnight and by one we were in his apartment with the lights low and my heart hammering.
He didn’t waste time with small talk. “Strip,” he said, voice low and rough. I pulled my shirt off, then my jeans, standing there in my boxers with my cock already half-hard. He stepped close, grabbed my ass through the fabric, and squeezed hard. “You want this dick in you tonight?”
“Yeah,” I answered, voice shaky but honest. “I want you to fuck me.”
He shoved me onto the bed face-down, yanked my boxers down, and spread my cheeks.
His fingers went straight to my hole, dry at first, rubbing and pressing until I pushed back against them. He spit on it, worked one thick finger inside, then two. It burned, but I didn’t tell him to stop. I wanted the burn. I wanted to feel split open.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, twisting his fingers deeper. “This hole’s never taken cock, has it?”
“No,” I admitted, face hot against the sheets. “First time.”
He pulled his fingers out, and I heard the sound of lube squirting. Then the blunt head of his cock pressed against me. He didn’t ease in. He pushed, steady and relentless, until the head popped past my ring and my whole body locked up.
“Relax,” he ordered, one hand on my lower back. “Breathe and take it.”
I tried. Inch by inch he sank into me, stretching my ass wider than anything had before. It hurt, a deep, aching stretch that made me gasp and clutch the sheets. He bottomed out with his balls pressed against me and held still, letting me feel every thick inch buried inside.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “It’s so big.”
He laughed once, short and dirty. “That’s the point. Now I’m gonna fuck you.”
He started moving, short thrusts at first, then longer ones that dragged his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in. The pain faded into something hotter, something that made my own cock leak against the mattress. Every time he drove in deep I grunted, the sound raw and involuntary.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, fucking me harder.
“Feels like you’re wrecking my ass,” I panted. “Don’t stop.”
He flipped me onto my back without pulling out, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and started pounding me in earnest. The new angle let him hit something inside that made my eyes roll back. My cock bounced with every thrust, slapping against my stomach. He wrapped a hand around it and stroked in time with his hips.
“You’re taking it like a fucking slut already,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “First time and you’re moaning for more dick.”
I was. The words came out filthy without me thinking. “Harder. Fuck me harder. Want to feel it tomorrow.”
He gave me exactly that, hips snapping, the wet sound of lube and skin filling the room. Sweat dripped off him onto my chest. My hole clenched around him every time he bottomed out, and I could feel my orgasm building fast, tight in my balls.
He must have felt it too because he leaned down, mouth at my ear. “Come on my cock. Show me how much you like getting fucked.”
I came with a shout, shooting across my stomach and chest in thick ropes while he kept thrusting through it. My ass spasmed around him, and that pushed him over. He buried himself deep, groaned, and I felt the hot pulse of him filling me up.
He stayed inside me while we both caught our breath, then slowly pulled out. Cum leaked from my stretched hole onto the sheets. I lay there wrecked, legs shaking, ass sore and satisfied in a way I’d never felt before.
He ran a hand down my thigh. “You’ll be back for more.”
I didn’t answer with words. I just spread my legs again, still open and dripping, and let him see exactly how ready I already was for round two.
