I had never touched another man before that night. Never even thought about it until the app matched me with Marcus. His profile pic showed thick arms and a bulge that looked fake, but the messages were straight to the point. He wanted to break in a virgin ass and fill it up. I was 24, horny, and tired of wondering. I said yes.
Marcus showed up at my apartment door wearing gray sweats that did nothing to hide the heavy meat swinging down his thigh. He was taller than me, broad, skin dark as midnight. The second the door closed he grabbed my jaw and said, Strip. I want to see what Im about to wreck.
My hands shook but I pulled off my shirt and jeans. My own cock was already hard and leaking. Marcus dropped his sweats and I stopped breathing. That thing was a monster. Thick as my wrist, long enough to reach past his navel, heavy black balls hanging underneath. Veins pulsed along the shaft. The head was fat and shiny.
On your knees, he ordered.
I dropped. The smell hit me firstmusky, male, strong. He slapped that cock across my face, leaving a wet streak. Open. I did. The head barely fit. My jaw ached right away. Marcus didnt care. He fed me inch after inch until my throat convulsed. Spit ran down my chin onto my chest. He fucked my face slow and deep, telling me exactly what he was going to do to my hole.
Gonna stretch this virgin pussy wide open. Gonna pump so much cum in you itll leak for days.
I gagged but kept sucking. My own dick throbbed untouched. When he finally pulled out, thick strings of spit connected my lips to his cock. He hauled me up, bent me over the couch arm, and spread my cheeks.
Pretty pink hole. Not for long.
He spat on it, rubbed the fat head against my rim, and pushed. Pain flared hot and sharp. I tried to crawl away but his hands locked on my hips. He kept pushing, that monster cock forcing my hole wider than it had ever been. I felt every ridge, every vein. When the head popped inside I yelled. Marcus just laughed low and kept going, feeding me more until his heavy balls pressed against me.
Fuck, youre tight. First dick always feels the biggest.
He started moving. Long, slow strokes that dragged that thick shaft almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust knocked the air out of me. My hole burned and stretched around him. Pre-cum dripped from my own cock onto the couch. I reached down to stroke myself but Marcus slapped my hand away.
You come when I say. This ass is mine right now.
He picked up speed. The sound was filthywet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans. Every time he bottomed out I felt that fat head nudge something deep inside that made my legs shake. He reached around and wrapped his big hand around my throat, pulling me upright so my back arched. The new angle let him grind even deeper.
Tell me how it feels, he growled in my ear.
Big, I gasped. So fucking big. Stretching me open.
Say you want my cum.
I want it. Want you to fill me up.
He shoved me back down and really started pounding. The couch creaked. My hole made obscene wet noises around that monster cock. Sweat dripped off him onto my back. He reached under and squeezed my balls, rolling them while he fucked me harder. I was babbling, begging, telling him to ruin me.
Marcus pulled out suddenly. I felt empty and open, my hole twitching. He flipped me onto my back on the floor, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and sank back in one smooth thrust. The new position let him look me in the eye while he destroyed my ass. His abs flexed with every stroke. That huge black cock glistened with spit and lube every time it slid out.
Gonna breed this hole, he said. Gonna pump a fat load right in your guts.
I nodded, lost in it. My own cock slapped against my stomach with every thrust. Pre-cum pooled on my skin. Marcus wrapped one hand around my dick and started stroking in time with his thrusts. The double sensation was too much. My balls drew up tight.
Not yet, he warned, squeezing the base of my cock to stop me.
He fucked me through two more position changeson my side with one leg hooked over his arm, then riding him while he sat on the couch, that monster cock spearing up into me. Every time I got close he stopped me. My hole was sloppy now, loose and wet around him.
Finally he laid me on my back again, folded me in half, and hammered. His balls slapped my ass with every stroke. I could feel them tightening.
Here it comes, he grunted. Take it. Take every drop.
His cock swelled even thicker inside me. He slammed in to the root and stayed there, pulsing. I felt the first hot jet flood my gutsthick, heavy, more than I thought possible. He kept coming, grinding deep, pumping rope after rope of cum into my stretched hole. It was so much it leaked out around his shaft and ran down my crack. He pulled back a little and thrust again, pushing the cum deeper.
When he finally pulled out, my hole gaped. Thick white cum poured out in a steady stream, running over my balls and onto the floor. Marcus scooped some up with two fingers and pushed it back inside me.
Keep it in there, he said. First load of many.
My own orgasm hit without warning. I hadnt even touched my cock. Cum shot across my chest and stomach in long arcs while my hole clenched around nothing, pushing more of his load out. Marcus watched with a satisfied smirk, still half-hard and shiny with our mess.
He wiped his cock on my thigh, then stood.
Same time next week, he said. Bring a friend if you want to watch someone else get broken in.
The door closed behind him. I lay there on the floor, legs spread, hole still twitching and leaking his cum, the taste of his cock still on my tongue. My first time. Nothing would ever feel the same again.
