I was 19, skinny as hell with that smooth twink look guys online kept calling "begging to be broken in." I'd jerked off to gay porn for years but never touched another guy. That changed the night I met Derek at the bar near campus. He was older, maybe 28, broad shoulders, and the way he looked at me made my stomach flip. We talked for an hour, drinks loosening me up, until he leaned in and said, "You ever been with a man?" I shook my head, face burning.
He smiled slow. "Want to fix that tonight?"
Back at his apartment the door barely closed before his mouth was on mine. It was rougher than I expected, his tongue pushing in while his hands slid under my shirt, fingers tracing my flat stomach down to the waistband of my jeans. I was already hard, cock straining against my briefs. Derek pulled back just enough to yank my shirt off, then his own. His chest was hairy, solid, nothing like my smooth skin. He pushed me onto the bed and stripped me the rest of the way, eyes raking over my naked body like he was starving.
"First time," he murmured, voice low and dirty. "Gonna take it easy at first." His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slow, thumb smearing the precum at the tip. I gasped, hips jerking. It felt so much better than my own hand. He kissed down my chest, licked my nipples until I moaned, then moved lower. When his mouth closed over my cock I nearly came right then. Wet heat, tongue swirling, sucking me deep. I grabbed the sheets, legs shaking, whispering "fuck, fuck" over and over.
He pulled off with a wet pop and spread my legs wider. One slick finger circled my hole, pressing gently. "Relax," he said. The finger slid in, knuckle by knuckle, stretching me. It burned a little but felt good too, especially when he crooked it and hit that spot that made my whole body light up. A second finger joined, scissoring, opening me up while his other hand kept stroking my cock. I was panting, begging without words.
Derek rolled on a condom, slicked himself up, and positioned between my thighs. "Tell me if you want to stop." I nodded, too turned on to speak. The head of his cock pressed against my hole, pushing steady until it popped inside. I hissed at the stretch, bigger than his fingers. He paused, letting me adjust, then slid deeper inch by inch until his hips met my ass. Full. So fucking full.
He started moving, slow thrusts that turned deeper, harder. Each stroke dragged over that spot inside me and I was moaning loud, cock leaking against my stomach. Derek leaned down, kissing me messy while he fucked me, one hand pinning my wrist above my head. "Tight little twink hole," he growled. "Taking it so good for your first time." The words pushed me over. I came untouched, cum shooting between us in hot pulses. My ass clenched around him and he groaned, thrusting faster until he buried deep and came with a low curse.
Afterward he pulled out slow, cleaned us up, and pulled me against his chest. I lay there shaking, body sore in the best way, already wondering when we could do it again. That night I stopped being just a guy who watched; I was the twink who finally knew what it felt like to get fucked.
