I stepped into the dimly lit bar on a Friday night knowing exactly what I wanted.
At twenty-eight I had never touched another man, but the urge for older guys had been eating at me for years. Two men sat at the end of the bar, both pushing fifty, broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper stubble, thick forearms resting on the wood. One caught my eye and jerked his chin. I walked over without thinking.
“You look like you’re hunting cock,” the taller one said. His name was Rick. The other, Mike, smirked and bought me a drink. We didn’t waste time on small talk. Twenty minutes later I was in the back of their truck, Rick’s hand already down my jeans, squeezing my hard dick through my briefs.
“First time?” Mike asked from the driver’s seat.
“Yeah.”
“Good. We’re gonna wreck you nice and slow.”
Their apartment was small and smelled like leather and whiskey. The second the door shut Rick shoved me against it and kissed me hard, tongue pushing in while Mike yanked my jeans down. My cock sprang out, already leaking. Mike dropped to his knees and swallowed me to the root without a word. I groaned loud, hips jerking. Rick laughed against my mouth.
“Fuck his throat,” he ordered. I grabbed Mike’s head and started thrusting. He took it, gagging wet and messy, spit running down his chin onto my balls.
They stripped me the rest of the way and walked me to the bedroom. Rick bent me over the edge of the bed, spread my cheeks, and dragged his tongue over my hole. I jerked at the shock of it. No one had ever done that. He licked and spit until I was slick, then pressed a thick finger inside. I pushed back on it without meaning to.
“Greedy little fuck,” Mike muttered. He climbed onto the bed, fed me his cock, and I sucked it like I’d been waiting my whole life. It was heavy on my tongue, salty, the head flaring. Rick added a second finger, scissoring me open, then stood up and lined his cock against my hole.
“Tell me you want it raw,” he said.
“Fuck me raw,” I answered, voice shaking.
He pushed in. The burn was sharp and deep, but I didn’t want him to stop. Inch after inch stretched me until his hips met my ass. I moaned around Mike’s cock. Rick started fucking me with long, steady strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Every thrust shoved me forward onto Mike’s dick.
They switched places after a while. Mike’s cock was thicker, and it hurt in the best way when he shoved inside. Rick knelt in front of me and made me clean his cock with my mouth, tasting my own ass on him. I gagged and drooled while Mike pounded me harder, balls slapping my skin.
“Gonna fill this virgin hole,” Mike growled. He grabbed my hips and drove in deep, pulsing hot cum into me. I felt every spurt. Rick pulled out of my mouth and jerked off across my face, thick ropes landing on my lips and tongue. I swallowed what I could and licked the rest off my fingers while they watched.
We didn’t stop there. They flipped me onto my back, legs spread wide. Rick sucked my cock while Mike fingered the cum deeper into my ass. I came hard, shooting down Rick’s throat while Mike kept working two fingers in and out of my stretched hole. My whole body shook.
Later they took turns again, slower this time, making me ride them one after the other until my thighs burned and my hole was sloppy with their loads. I left that night with cum leaking down my thigh, already knowing I’d be back the next weekend for more.
By the third visit they had me on my knees in the living room, taking both cocks at once, one in my mouth and one in my ass, switching whenever they wanted. I stopped pretending I was anything but their willing hole. Every time they called I showed up, stripped, and let the older men use me exactly how they liked.
