I walked into the apartment after my shift, still in my tight work jeans that hugged my slim ass, when Jake grabbed me by the wrist. "Strip, twink," he said, voice low and rough. No hello, no warning. My heart slammed. I'd been crushing on this built guy for months, jerking off thinking about his thick cock, but never said shit. Now he had me pinned against the door, his hand already yanking my shirt up.
"Fuck, look at you," he growled, fingers pinching my nipples hard. "Smooth chest, tiny waist, that bubble butt begging for dick. First time getting fucked, right?" I nodded, throat dry. My own cock was already leaking in my briefs. He shoved me to my knees. "Suck it first. Get it wet so I can wreck your virgin hole."
I fumbled his zipper open. His cock sprang out, heavy, veined, nine inches of meat with a fat head already dripping precum. I licked the slit like a slut, tasting salt, then opened wide and took him deep. Jake fucked my mouth slow at first, then faster, balls slapping my chin. "That's it, gag on it, boy. Your first cock and you're hungry." Spit ran down my chin. My jaw ached but I kept sucking, hungry for more.
He pulled out, hauled me up, and bent me over the kitchen table. Jeans and briefs hit the floor in one yank. Cool air hit my bare ass. Jake spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into my tight ring. I yelped. "Relax or this hurts worse," he said, twisting them, stretching me open. It burned, then a spark hit when he nailed my prostate. My dick twitched and dripped on the floor.
Three fingers now, scissoring me. "Fuck, you're tight.
Gonna feel every inch when I pound you." He pulled his fingers free, lined up that thick cockhead, and pushed. The stretch was brutal. I clawed the table, panting "shit, shit, too big." He didn't stop, just sank deeper inch by inch until his hips pressed my cheeks. Full. Stuffed. My hole burned and fluttered around him.
Jake started thrusting, long and hard. Each slam slapped skin on skin. "Take it, twink. First time gay sex and you're getting railed like a whore." He grabbed my hips, pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in balls-deep. My prostate got hammered on every stroke. My cock swung untouched, leaking steady strings. I moaned loud, pushing back, chasing it.
He flipped me onto my back on the table, legs over his shoulders, and went deeper. Missionary let him stare down while he fucked me. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. "Look at your little dick bounce. You love getting fucked." He wrapped a hand around my throat, not choking, just owning me, and pounded faster. The table creaked. My hole made wet, filthy sounds around his cock.
I came first, untouched, shooting ropes across my stomach and chest. My ass clamped down hard. Jake grunted, buried deep, and unloaded. Hot cum flooded my guts in thick pulses. He stayed inside, grinding, pushing it deeper while I shook through the aftershocks.
We didn't move for a minute. Then he eased out slow, cum leaking down my crack. Jake smirked. "Shower, then round two. You're not walking straight tomorrow." My legs wobbled when I stood, but I followed him anyway, already half-hard again. First time gay sex turned me into exactly what he called me: his hungry little twink.
