Jake and I had been dancing around it for weeks in our tiny dorm room. The air always got thick when we were both home from classes, the cheap beer cans piling up on the desk, our eyes lingering too long on each other’s bodies after the gym. He was the experienced one, tall and built with a thick cock I’d already sucked a few times. I was the one who’d never taken it in the ass. That night, after the hallway went quiet and our roommate left for the weekend, Jake locked the door and stripped down without a word.
“Get on the bed, ass up,” he said, voice low and rough. I did it, heart pounding, dick already hard and leaking against the sheets. He yanked my shorts off and spread my cheeks, spitting right on my hole. “This is gonna hurt at first. Then you’re gonna beg for more.”
His finger pushed in dry at first, then with more spit, working me open. I grunted into the pillow as he added a second, scissoring me wide. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled. “Gonna stretch this virgin hole good.” He pulled his fingers out and I heard the lube bottle click. Cold slick hit my crack and he rubbed it in, two fingers sinking deep again, curling until I moaned.
“Ready for my cock?” he asked. I nodded, but he wanted words. “Say it.”
“Fuck me,” I told him. “Put it in my ass.”
Jake lined up behind me, the fat head of his dick pressing against my hole. He didn’t ease in slow. He pushed hard, popping past the ring in one steady thrust. Pain shot through me, sharp and burning, but he held still, letting me adjust while his balls rested against mine. “Breathe,” he ordered. “Take it.”
I did. Inch by inch he sank deeper until his hips met my ass. Full.
Stretched. His cock throbbed inside me, hot and thick. He pulled back and slammed in again, harder. The slap of skin filled the room. Each thrust punched a grunt out of me. The pain faded into something hotter, deeper, making my own dick twitch and drip onto the mattress.
“Fuck yeah, take that dick,” Jake grunted, gripping my hips and pounding faster. “Your ass was made for this.” He reached under me and grabbed my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Pre-cum smeared his fist. I pushed back, meeting every slam, the burn turning into raw pleasure that made my toes curl.
He flipped me onto my back without pulling out, legs over his shoulders, and drove in even deeper. I could see his face now, eyes dark, mouth open as he fucked me like he owned me. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. “Jerk yourself,” he said. I wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked fast while he railed my hole, the wet sounds filthy and loud.
My orgasm hit sudden and hard. Cum shot across my stomach in thick ropes, my ass clenching tight around him. Jake groaned, fucked me through it, then pulled out and straddled my chest. “Open your mouth.” He stroked once, twice, and unloaded on my tongue and lips, salty and hot. I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping down my chin.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, his softening cock resting against my cheek. Then he pulled me up for a rough kiss, tasting himself on my mouth. “Next round’s gonna be slower,” he said, already getting hard again. “But you’re not leaving this bed until that ass is wrecked.”
I smiled, sore and satisfied, already spreading my legs for more.
