I walked into the bar like I always did on Friday nights, but tonight my gut was tight with something new. I’d been straight my whole life, or at least that’s what I told myself, until Jake started sending me those late-night texts. Pictures of his thick cock, captions like “bet you’d choke on this.” I was twenty-four, horny as hell, and finally ready to stop pretending.
Jake was already at the back booth, legs spread wide in tight jeans. “Took you long enough,” he said, voice low and rough. He didn’t waste time with small talk. His hand landed on my thigh the second I sat down, squeezing hard. “You’re shaking. Nervous about finally getting some real dick?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, my own cock already pushing against my zipper.
He leaned in, breath hot on my ear. “Good. I like it when they’re nervous the first time. Makes it hotter when they beg.”
We didn’t finish our drinks. Jake dragged me to his apartment two blocks away, kicking the door shut behind us. The second it clicked, he shoved me against the wall and kissed me hard, tongue pushing in like he owned my mouth. His hand went straight to my crotch, gripping my dick through my jeans. “Fuck, you’re already leaking. Knew you were a closet cockslut.”
I groaned when he yanked my pants down. My cock sprang out, hard and twitching. Jake dropped to his knees without hesitation, licking a stripe up the underside before swallowing me to the root. The wet heat of his throat made my knees buckle. He sucked like he was starving, spit running down my balls while he worked two fingers behind them, rubbing my taint.
“Turn around,” he ordered after a minute. I spun, hands flat on the wall. He spread my ass and buried his face between my cheeks, tongue lashing my hole in filthy circles. I’d never felt anything like it. Every lick sent sparks up my spine. He worked a finger in, then two, scissoring me open while he talked dirty the whole time.
“Gonna stretch this virgin hole nice and wide. You’re gonna take every inch of my cock and thank me for it.”
By the time he stood up and pressed the fat head of his dick against me, I was pushing back, desperate. He didn’t go slow. One hard thrust and he was buried balls-deep, stretching me so full it burned. I gasped, forehead against the wall.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. “First time getting fucked and you’re already squeezing me like a whore.”
He set a brutal pace, hips snapping, balls slapping against me. One hand reached around to jerk my cock in time with his thrusts. The other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. Every stroke nailed something inside me that made my vision blur.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me you love getting fucked by cock.”
“I love it,” I choked out. “Fuck me harder.”
He did. He pounded me until my legs gave out, then hauled me to the couch and bent me over the arm. He fucked me in every position he could think of, flipping me onto my back so he could watch my face while he railed me. When he finally came, he buried himself deep and filled me with hot pulses, groaning my name.
I came untouched seconds later, shooting across my own stomach while he stayed inside me, grinding slow.
Jake pulled out and watched his cum drip from my wrecked hole. “Not bad for your first time,” he said, smirking. “Next round I’m gonna make you ride it.”
I was already hard again.
