Jake shoved me against the apartment door the second it clicked shut. His mouth was on mine hard, tongue pushing in like he already owned the space. I tasted beer and salt from the bar and my own nerves. I was twenty-two, never touched a guy before, and my cock was already straining against my jeans like it wanted out.
"Strip," he said, pulling back just enough to look me in the eye. His voice was low and rough. "Now."
I yanked my shirt off. My hands shook but I got my belt open, shoved jeans and boxers down in one go. My dick slapped up against my stomach, already leaking. Jake grinned, eyes dropping straight to it.
"Fuck, look at that. First time and you're dripping already." He grabbed my cock, squeezed once, hard enough to make my knees buckle. "Bed. Face down."
I stumbled across the small room and dropped onto the mattress. The sheets smelled like him, clean sweat and laundry.
I heard the rustle of his clothes, the snap of a lube cap. Then his weight on the bed behind me.
He didn't waste time. Two slick fingers pushed straight into my ass. I hissed, body clenching on instinct.
"Relax or this is gonna hurt," he said, but he didn't slow down. He worked those fingers deep, scissoring, twisting until he found the spot that made my whole body jerk. "There it is. Gonna make you scream on my cock, kid."
I moaned into the pillow, hips pushing back without thinking. The stretch burned but it felt good too, dirty and full. He added a third finger and I grunted louder.
"Talk to me," he ordered. "Tell me what you want."
"Your cock," I said, voice muffled. "Fuck me. Please."
He pulled his fingers out and I felt empty for one second before the blunt head of his dick pressed against my hole. He didn't ask again. He pushed in slow but steady, one long thrust that forced me open around him. I gasped, then yelled when he bottomed out. The burn was sharp, intense, but my cock throbbed against the sheets.
"Jesus, you're tight," Jake growled. He gripped my hips and started moving, short thrusts at first, then longer, deeper ones that punched the air out of me. Every time he hit that spot inside, sparks shot up my spine. I couldn't stay quiet. Little grunts turned into full moans, then louder.
He leaned over my back, mouth at my ear. "Louder. I want the neighbors to know you're getting fucked for the first time."
His pace picked up. Skin slapped skin. The bed creaked. My ass clenched around him every time he pulled back, like my body didn't want to let go. Sweat dripped off me. I reached down to jerk my cock but he slapped my hand away.
"No. You come on my dick or not at all."
He shifted angle and slammed in harder. That did it. The pressure built fast, hot and overwhelming. I was babbling now, "fuck, fuck, Jake, please," and then it hit. My orgasm ripped through me without touching my cock. I screamed into the pillow, whole body shaking, cum pulsing out in thick ropes onto the sheets beneath me. My ass clamped down tight around him.
Jake groaned, fucked me through it with short, brutal thrusts, then buried himself deep and came. I felt every pulse, hot and wet inside me. He stayed there, breathing hard against my back, until he finally pulled out slow.
I collapsed, ass sore, hole twitching, cum leaking down my thigh. Jake rolled me over, kissed me once, rough and satisfied.
"Next time," he said, "you scream my name the whole way through."
I just nodded, already half-hard again at the thought.
