I never planned on it happening that night. At twenty-four, I had spent years quietly wondering about men, about the weight of another guys body against mine, but I always pulled back before anything real. That changed when I met Derek at the bar downtown. He was older, broad-shouldered, with a slow smile that made my stomach tighten. We talked for hours, the conversation sliding from work to music to the way his hand brushed my thigh under the table. By the time he asked if I wanted to come back to his place, my heart was hammering so hard I could barely answer.
His apartment was dimly lit, the air smelling faintly of leather and soap. We kissed before the door even closed, his tongue sliding against mine with a confidence that made my knees weak. When his hand cupped the front of my jeans, I felt myself harden instantly. I had touched myself thinking about this, but nothing compared to the heat of his palm. He pulled back just enough to look at me and asked, You ever done this before? I shook my head, throat tight. He smiled again, softer this time, and guided me to the couch.
Derek undid his belt slowly, letting me watch. When he pushed his jeans down, his cock sprang freethick, veined, already half-hard and heavier than anything I had imagined. It curved slightly upward, the head flushed dark, the shaft so wide I knew my fingers wouldnt meet around it. My mouth went dry. He sat back and let me look, one hand resting on my shoulder.
Take your time, he said.
I reached out first, wrapping my fingers around the base. The heat surprised me, the skin silky over that solid girth. I stroked once, feeling it twitch and swell fully in my grip. Precum beaded at the slit. I leaned in without thinking, tongue flicking out to taste it. Salty, warm, a little bitter. Dereks breath caught. That small sound gave me courage. I opened my mouth and took the head inside.
It stretched my lips immediately. The fat crown filled me, pressing against my tongue and the roof of my mouth at once. I had to relax my jaw just to keep going, saliva already pooling at the corners of my lips. Inch by inch I worked lower, feeling the weight of him settle on my tongue, the way the shaft thickened even more as I descended. My eyes watered when it nudged the back of my throat, but I didnt pull away. I wanted to feel every ridge, every pulse.
Dereks hand stayed gentle on the back of my head, not pushing, just resting there. Thats it, he murmured. Nice and slow. You look good with your mouth full like that. The praise sent heat straight to my own cock, still trapped in my jeans. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, drawing another low groan from him.
The sound vibrated through me. I bobbed my head, learning the rhythm, letting spit drip down his shaft so my hand could slide easier along the part I couldnt fit. My jaw ached, but the ache felt good, grounding.
I lost track of time like thatmouth stretched wide, tongue working the underside, breathing through my nose when I could. Every time I pulled back to the head I swirled my tongue around it, tasting more precum. Dereks thighs tensed under my hands. When he warned me he was close, I didnt stop. I wanted it. I pushed lower, gagging softly, and felt the first thick pulse hit the back of my throat. I swallowed without thinking, the taste flooding my mouth, warm and sharp. He kept coming, hips jerking in small thrusts, and I took as much as I could, some of it spilling from the corner of my lips.
When he finally eased me off, I was breathing hard, lips swollen, chin wet. Derek pulled me up and kissed me again, tasting himself on my tongue. His hand slipped into my jeans and wrapped around me, stroking firm and steady while he whispered how good I had been, how tight and wet my mouth felt. It only took a minute before I came, shuddering against him, the release almost painful after holding back so long.
Later, lying on the couch with his arm around me, I realized the wonder hadnt faded. My jaw still ached, my lips felt tender, and the memory of that heavy cock sliding over my tongue kept replaying. I knew it wouldnt be the last time. Derek kissed the top of my head and asked if I wanted to stay the night. I said yes without hesitation. The night had only just begun, and I already wanted to learn every way to take him deeper.
