I was eighteen and still living at home when it finally happened. My buddy Derek had just turned nineteen, and wed been circling each other for months, both pretending we were only hanging out to play video games and smoke weed in his basement. That night his parents were out of town. Wed already killed a six-pack and the air felt thick.
Derek leaned back on the couch, legs spread wide in those gray sweatpants. His dick was half-hard, the outline obvious. He didnt try to hide it. You keep staring, he said, voice low and rough. You want to touch it or what?
My mouth went dry. I nodded once. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and shoved the sweats down. His cock sprang up, thick, veined, the head already shiny. I dropped to my knees between his thighs without thinking.
Fuck, just like that, he muttered when I wrapped my hand around the base. It was hot and heavy in my palm. I stroked him slow at first, watching a bead of precum well up. Then I leaned in and licked it off. The taste was salty, a little bitter. I opened my mouth and took the head in, tongue swirling.
Dereks hand landed on the back of my head, not pushing, just resting there. Yeah, suck it. Take more. I worked lower, gagging when it hit the back of my throat, spit running down his shaft. He groaned and started fucking my mouth in short thrusts. I choked, eyes watering, but I didnt pull off. I wanted it.
After a minute he pulled me up. Get naked. We stripped fast. His body was lean and hard, a light trail of hair down his stomach. He pushed me onto the couch on my back, spread my legs, and spit on his fingers. The first one pressed against my hole and slid inside. It burned, then the burn turned into something hotter. He added a second finger, scissoring me open while he stroked my cock with his other hand.
Gonna fuck you, he said, voice tight. You ready for that dick?
I nodded, breathing hard. He rolled on a condom, slicked himself up, and lined up. The pressure was intense. I felt myself stretch around him inch by inch until his hips were flush against my ass. We both groaned. He stayed still for a second, letting me adjust, then started moving.
Every thrust dragged across that spot inside me that made my toes curl. He fucked me steady and deep, one hand braced on my chest, the other jerking my cock in time with his strokes. Sweat dripped off him onto my stomach. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room.
Harder, I gasped. He gave it to me, hips snapping, balls slapping against me. I came first, shooting across my own chest and his fist. My ass clenched around him and he followed right after, burying himself deep with a low, filthy moan.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me. When he pulled out he kissed me for the first time, slow and messy. We didnt talk much after.
Just cleaned up, smoked another bowl, and ended up in his bed with his arm around me.
By morning we were at it again, this time with me riding him, both of us watching my cock bounce while I took every inch. It wasnt gentle. It was raw and hungry and exactly what wed both been waiting for.
