Jake shoved me against the wall the second we got inside his apartment. "You said you wanted it," he growled, his hand already yanking my shirt up and off. "First time or not, I'm not gonna be gentle if you keep looking at me like that." My heart hammered but my dick was rock hard in my jeans. I'd never done anything with a guy before, but the way Jake's eyes raked over my chest made me nod fast.
He dropped to his knees right there in the hallway and ripped my pants open. My cock sprang out and he swallowed it in one hot, wet pull. No teasing, just straight sucking, his tongue sliding along the underside while his hand squeezed my balls. "Fuck," I grunted, hips jerking forward. Spit ran down my shaft as he worked me deeper, throat opening around the head. I could feel every inch of his mouth, tight and slick, and I knew I wasn't gonna last long if he kept that up.
Jake pulled off with a wet pop and stood, spinning me around. "Hands on the wall." He kicked my feet apart and yanked my jeans the rest of the way down. Cool air hit my bare ass, then his fingers were there, rough and direct. One thick digit pushed between my cheeks and rubbed over my hole. "Virgin tight," he muttered, pressing in. It burned at first, but he didn't stop, working that finger in and out until my ass started to loosen around it. A second finger joined, stretching me wider, scissoring hard. "Gonna fuck this hole open."
I was panting, cock leaking against the wall. "Do it," I said, voice rough. "Fuck me." Jake spat on his hand, slicked his own cock, and lined up.
The blunt head pressed against my hole and pushed. Pain flared sharp as he breached me, but he didn't pause. Inch after thick inch sank in until his hips met my ass and his balls rested against me. I was full, stretched raw around his cock, and it felt fucking intense.
He started thrusting immediately, long, deep strokes that dragged over my prostate every time. "Take it," he ordered, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. The other reached around and jerked my cock in time with his fucking. My ass clenched around him involuntarily, making him groan and pound harder. Skin slapped skin, wet sounds filling the room as he used my hole. I pushed back, meeting every thrust, the burn turning into a hot, grinding pleasure that had me moaning like a slut.
Jake pulled out, flipped me onto the couch, and shoved back in from the front. My legs went over his shoulders and he drilled down into me, cock hitting deeper. Sweat dripped off him onto my chest. "Your ass is gripping me so fucking tight," he said, voice low and filthy. He spit on my cock and stroked it fast while he fucked. Pre-cum and spit mixed, making everything slick. I could feel my orgasm building fast, balls drawing up.
He leaned in, biting my neck as he slammed home over and over. "Come on my cock," he demanded. That was it. My dick pulsed and shot thick ropes across my stomach and chest, ass spasming around him. Jake grunted, buried himself to the hilt, and unloaded. I felt every hot pulse of cum flooding my guts, filling me up until it leaked out around his shaft.
He stayed inside me while we caught our breath, then slowly pulled out. Cum trickled from my stretched hole. Jake ran two fingers through it and pushed them back in, fucking his load deeper. "Not done with you yet," he said, already getting hard again. I looked up at him, ass still twitching, and smiled. "Good. Give me more."
By the time the sun came up we'd fucked on the floor, in the shower, and bent over the kitchen counter. My hole was sore, used, and dripping, but I already knew I'd be back for round two. That first raw load had hooked me hard.
