I met him at the bar on a Friday night when I was twenty-two and still pretending I was straight. His name was Derek, broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a smirk that said he knew exactly what I was hiding. We talked for an hour before he leaned in and said, "You want to get fucked tonight, don't you?" My cock twitched in my jeans. I nodded.
We went back to his apartment. The door barely closed before he pushed me against it and kissed me hard, tongue forcing its way in. I tasted beer and heat. My hands went to his belt on instinct. He grabbed my wrist. "Not yet. Strip."
I pulled off my clothes while he watched, cock already hard and leaking when I dropped my boxers. Derek was bigger than me, thick and veined. He stroked himself once. "On the bed. Face down."
I climbed on, heart pounding. This was it. First time with a guy, first time taking it in the ass. He spread my cheeks and spat right on my hole. One thick finger pushed in slow. I groaned into the pillow. It burned, but felt good too. He worked it deeper, then added a second finger, scissoring me open.
"Relax," he growled. "You're gonna take every inch of my cock."
He pulled his fingers out and I heard the lube bottle click. Cold slick hit my hole. Then the blunt head of his dick pressed against me. I pushed back like he told me. The head popped in and I gasped. Fuck, it stretched. He didn't stop. Inch after inch sank into my ass until his balls rested against me. I was full, stuffed, owned.
Derek started fucking me. Slow at first, then harder. Each thrust punched the air out of my lungs. My own cock rubbed against the sheets, leaking steadily. "Yeah, take it," he grunted. "First time and you're already a slut for dick."
I moaned louder. The burn turned to heat. Every time he bottomed out I saw stars. He reached under me and stroked my cock in time with his thrusts. I came first, shooting across the sheets with a broken cry. My ass clamped down on him. Derek fucked me through it, then pulled out and painted my back with his load.
We lay there breathing hard. He wiped me down with a towel and pulled me against his chest. "You good?" he asked.
"Better than good," I said. My ass still throbbed, but I was already thinking about round two.
