I never thought I'd end up on my knees with two hard cocks in my face at once. It started as a late-night chat on a hook-up app, just me, 22 and curious as hell, scrolling through profiles after too many beers. I'd only ever messed around with one guy before, a quick handjob in a car, nothing like this. But when Jake messaged me saying he and his buddy Mike were looking for a first-timer to join them, something flipped. I replied yes before I could talk myself out of it.
We met at Jake's apartment, a small place with dim lights and the smell of sweat and cologne. Jake was tall, lean, with a shaved head and tattoos. Mike was broader, hairy chest showing through his open shirt. They didn't waste time with small talk. Jake pulled me close and kissed me hard, his tongue pushing in while Mike watched and rubbed his crotch. "You ready to suck cock for real?" Jake asked, his voice low and direct. I nodded, my mouth already dry.
They stripped me down fast, hands everywhere, and pushed me to the floor on a thick rug. Both of them stood over me, unzipping.
Jake's cock came out first, thick and uncut, already half-hard. Mike's was longer, veiny, the head pink and slick. "Open up," Mike said, stepping forward. I leaned in and took him first, lips stretching around the head, tasting salt and skin. It felt bigger than I expected, filling my mouth as I sucked down.
Jake grabbed my hair and guided me to his cock next. "Switch," he ordered. I moved over, licking the underside of his shaft before taking him deep. The taste was different, muskier. I gagged a little when he thrust, but that only made them both laugh low and encouraging. "That's it, virgin mouth taking it," Jake muttered. They took turns feeding me their cocks, one sliding in while the other rubbed against my cheek or lips. Saliva dripped down my chin. My own dick was rock hard, untouched, leaking onto the rug.
I lost track of time like that, switching back and forth, trying to use my tongue the way I'd seen in videos. Jake was rougher, holding my head and fucking my throat in short strokes until I coughed. Mike was slower, letting me work the head with my lips and hand. "Look at him," Mike said to Jake. "He's loving two cocks at once." My face burned, but I didn't stop. I wanted more. The raw feeling of it, the way their cocks throbbed against my tongue, the sounds of wet sucking filling the room.
Jake pulled out and slapped his cock against my cheek. "Suck both heads together." I opened wide, pressing their tips side by side into my mouth. It was tight, stretching my lips, but I managed to lick and suck at both at once. Their precum mixed on my tongue. Mike groaned and pushed deeper, making me take more. Jake's hand stayed in my hair, controlling the pace. I felt used in the best way, just a mouth for them, and it turned me on so much my balls ached.
They kept at it, alternating who got my throat. Every few minutes one would pull back and let the other have a turn, or they'd both rub their cocks across my face, leaving trails of spit and pre. I reached down and started stroking myself, but Jake kicked my hand away. "No touching. Just suck." So I focused everything on them, bobbing faster, trying to take them deeper each time. My jaw hurt, but I didn't care. The heat, the weight, the way they pulsed when I sucked hard—it was better than anything I'd imagined.
Finally Jake pulled me up a bit and they both jerked off over my open mouth. Mike came first, thick ropes hitting my tongue and lips. Jake followed right after, his load mixing with Mike's. "Swallow it," he said. I did, tasting the bitter salt, some spilling down my chin. They let me lick them clean after, soft now but still sensitive.
We didn't stop there. They pulled me onto the couch and took turns fucking my mouth again while the other watched and stroked. By the end I was hoarse, covered in sweat and cum, but I felt alive in a way I never had. That night changed everything. Now when I think about my first time, it's always this: two cocks, raw and demanding, and me learning exactly how much I wanted it.
