I still remember the way my hands shook that night, sitting on the edge of Mark's bed in his small apartment. We were both twenty-two, fresh out of college and pretending the tension between us had been building for months instead of years. I had never touched another man before, not like this, and the thought of it made my cock twitch inside my jeans even as my mind raced with doubt.
Mark sat close, his thigh pressing against mine. His voice was low when he said, "We don't have to do anything you don't want." But his eyes told a different story, dark with the same hunger I felt.
I leaned in first, my lips brushing his, tentative at first, then deeper as our mouths opened. The taste of him, beer and mint, flooded me. Our tongues slid together, wet and insistent, and I felt his hand move to my chest, fingers tracing the line of my shirt before slipping underneath.
He pulled my shirt off slowly, exposing my skin to the cool air. His mouth followed, kissing down my neck, teeth grazing my collarbone. I moaned when he reached my nipples, sucking one into his mouth while his hand rubbed the growing bulge in my pants. "Fuck, you're hard already," he whispered against my skin. I reached for him too, fumbling with his zipper until his cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening.
I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking experimentally. It felt different from my own, hotter, pulsing in my grip. Mark groaned and pushed me back onto the bed, stripping the rest of my clothes away. He took my cock in his mouth without hesitation, tongue swirling around the head before swallowing me deeper. The wet heat was overwhelming. I thrust up into his throat, lost in the sensation of being sucked for the first time by another man.
We moved together, bodies slick with sweat. He rolled me onto my stomach and spread my cheeks, his tongue finding my hole. The shock of it made me gasp, but soon I was pushing back against his mouth, begging for more. He worked a finger inside, then two, stretching me gently while he whispered how tight I was, how good I would feel around his cock.
When he finally pushed into me, it burned at first, a sharp stretch that made me bite the pillow. He went slow, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. The fullness was intense, almost too much, but then he started to move and pleasure bloomed through me. Each thrust hit something inside that made my whole body light up. I reached down to stroke myself in time with his rhythm.
We changed positions, me riding him, his hands gripping my hips as I took him deeper. Sweat dripped between us. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, our ragged breathing, and the filthy words he murmured about how I was taking his cock like I was made for it. I came first, spilling over his stomach with a cry that surprised even me. He followed soon after, pulsing inside me, filling me with heat.
Afterward we lay tangled together, breathing slowing. My body felt changed, opened in ways I hadn't imagined. Mark kissed my shoulder and pulled me closer. It was only the beginning, but that first night stayed with me, raw and perfect.
