Jake stepped into the dressing room stall at the back of the department store, heart already pounding from how empty the place felt that afternoon. He pulled the curtain shut and stripped down to his boxers, staring at his own body in the mirror. Tall, lean, a little nervous about trying on the tight jeans he'd grabbed.
The stall next to his rustled. A deep voice muttered, "Fuck, these are tight." Jake glanced down and saw a pair of bare feet under the divider. The guy was changing too.
"Need a different size?" Jake called out, half-joking.
The voice laughed low. "Nah, just thinking how good my cock would look in these. You trying stuff on too?"
Jake swallowed. Something about the casual filth in the stranger's tone made his dick twitch. "Yeah. Jeans."
"Bet your ass fills them out nice," the guy said. No hesitation.
Jake's face burned, but his cock started to harden. He didn't answer right away. Instead he dropped his boxers and stepped into the new jeans, commando. The denim hugged his ass tight. He turned, checking the mirror, and caught the guy peeking under the divider.
"Damn," the stranger said. "That's a fuckable view."
Jake's pulse hammered. He'd never done anything with a man, never even thought about it out loud, but the direct words hit him hard. His cock pressed against the zipper. "You always talk like that in dressing rooms?"
"Only when I see an ass worth stretching." The guy stood up. Jake heard the curtain on the other side slide open. A knock came on the shared wall. "Open up if you want to find out what it feels like."
Jake's hand moved before his brain caught up. He cracked his own curtain. The man standing there was older, broad-shouldered, thick arms, dark stubble, and a heavy bulge already tenting his own open jeans. No underwear. His cock hung half-hard, thick and veined.
"Name's Mark," he said, stepping inside without waiting for permission. He shoved the curtain closed behind him. "You ever had a cock in your mouth before?"
Jake shook his head, throat dry.
Mark grinned, dirty and direct. "On your knees then. Suck it."
Jake dropped. The floor was cold but he didn't care. Mark's cock was already swelling full, fat head glistening. Jake opened up and took the tip, tasting salt and skin. Mark groaned and pushed deeper, gripping Jake's hair. "That's it. Get it wet. First time sucking dick and you're already hungry."
Jake worked his tongue along the shaft, gagging a little when Mark thrust forward. Spit ran down his chin. His own cock throbbed untouched in the tight jeans. Mark pulled out after a minute, strings of saliva connecting them.
"Turn around. Hands on the mirror."
Jake obeyed, heart slamming. Mark yanked the jeans down to Jake's thighs, exposing his ass. Rough fingers spread his cheeks. "Look at that tight pink hole. Never been fucked, huh?"
"No," Jake rasped.
Mark spat on his fingers and rubbed the slick over Jake's entrance. One thick digit pushed inside, knuckle-deep. Jake hissed at the burn. "Relax," Mark growled. "Gonna open you up so my cock slides right in."
He worked the finger in and out, then added a second. Jake's legs shook. His cock leaked against the denim. Mark twisted his wrist, scissoring, stretching the virgin muscle until Jake was panting and pushing back.
"Ready for the real thing?" Mark asked, voice rough. He lined up his cockhead, thick and blunt, and pressed.
The stretch was intense. Jake's hole burned as the head popped past the ring. Mark didn't stop, feeding inch after inch until his balls rested against Jake's ass. "Fuck, you're tight. First cock and you're taking it all."
He started thrusting, slow at first, then harder. The slap of skin echoed in the small space. Jake watched in the mirror, face flushed, mouth open, while Mark pounded him. Each stroke dragged over that spot inside that made Jake's cock jerk and drip.
"Stroke yourself," Mark ordered. "Want to feel you cum with my dick buried in you."
Jake wrapped a hand around his own shaft and jerked in time with the thrusts. Mark's grip on his hips was bruising. "Say it," Mark grunted. "Tell me you want this load in your ass."
"Want it," Jake moaned, voice cracking. "Fuck me.
Cum in me."
Mark slammed deeper, pace turning brutal. His cock swelled, then pulsed hot and thick, flooding Jake's hole. Jake came right after, shooting across the mirror in thick ropes while Mark kept pumping through his orgasm.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. Mark pulled out slow, watching his cum leak down Jake's thigh. "Clean up and come find me outside," he said, tucking his spent cock away. "Next round's in my car if you want more."
Jake nodded, legs still shaking, already knowing he would follow. The dressing room curtain slid open and shut again, leaving him with the raw ache and the taste of his first time still on his tongue.
