I never thought my best friend Jake would shove me against the wall that night.
We were both 22, drunk off cheap beer in his apartment after the game, laughing like always. Then his hand grabbed my crotch hard through my jeans and he said, "Shut the fuck up and take it." I tried to push him off but he was bigger, stronger, and he meant it. My first time with a guy, and it wasn't gentle.
Jake yanked my pants down right there in the living room. "You've been teasing me for years with that ass," he growled, spitting on his fingers and jamming two straight up my hole. I yelped, legs buckling, but he held me up by the neck. "Don't fight it, pussy. You're getting fucked tonight." His cock was already out, thick and leaking, slapping against my thigh. He bent me over the arm of the couch and lined up without warning.
The first thrust hurt like hell. He shoved his whole dick in one go, balls deep, stretching my virgin ass wide. I grunted and clawed at the cushions but he pinned my wrists. "Take that cock, bitch. This is what you get for always hanging around." He started pounding, raw and deep, no lube except his spit and my own sweat. Every slam made my hole burn and grip him tighter. My own dick got hard against the couch despite myself, rubbing there with each brutal thrust.
Jake reached around and jerked me rough while he fucked. "Look at you getting off on it already. First time gay and you're leaking like a slut." He spat on my back and kept going, hips slapping loud and nasty. I felt every vein on his cock dragging in and out, wrecking me open. My protests turned into moans I couldn't stop. He laughed low and dirty. "Yeah, that's it. Beg for more without saying it."
He flipped me onto my back on the floor, legs shoved up to my chest, and drove back in. The new angle hit something inside that made my cock twitch and drip. Jake noticed and smirked, pounding that spot over and over. "Gonna make you cum hands-free on your first gay fuck. Forced or not, your ass wants it." Sweat dripped off him onto my face. He leaned down and kissed me hard, tongue forcing its way in while his cock kept destroying my hole.
I came first, shooting ropes across my own stomach without touching myself. My ass clenched tight around him and he groaned, fucking faster. "Fuck yeah, milk it." He buried deep and unloaded, hot cum flooding my guts in thick pulses. He stayed inside, grinding slow as he emptied every drop. When he finally pulled out, his load leaked down my crack onto the floor.
Jake stood over me, cock still half-hard and shiny with mess. "We're not done. Get on your knees and clean it." I hesitated but he grabbed my hair and pulled my face to his crotch. "Suck, or I fuck you again right now." I opened up and tasted us both, salty and bitter. He thrust into my mouth a few times, making me gag, then pulled back. "Good boy. Next time you come over, this is happening again."
He left me there on the floor, ass sore and dripping, dick twitching again already. My first time gay, forced by my friend, and I knew I'd be back for more.
