I never expected my first time with another guy to hit like a freight train. It was just me and my buddy Derek after a late-night gym session, both of us 22 and still riding the post-workout high. We were in his apartment, beers open, when the talk turned filthy. “Ever wonder what it’s like to suck cock?” he asked straight out. My dick twitched in my shorts before I could lie. Derek noticed. He set his beer down, pulled his shorts off, and there it was—his thick, veiny shaft already half-hard and pointing at me. “Try it,” he said. No games.
I got on my knees right there on the living room floor. His cock smelled like sweat and soap. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling it pulse, then licked the head. Salt and skin. Derek groaned low. “Fuck, yeah. Open up.” I did. The head slid past my lips and I took the first few inches, tongue flat against the underside. It was hotter and heavier than I’d imagined. I bobbed slow at first, learning the taste, then faster when Derek’s hand gripped the back of my head. “Suck it harder, man. Use your throat.” Spit ran down my chin. My own cock was leaking in my shorts, rock hard from the filthy sounds I was making.
Derek pulled me off after a minute. “Strip. I want that ass.” We both got naked fast. He bent me over the arm of the couch, spread my cheeks, and spat right on my hole. One thick finger pushed in, then two. The stretch burned but felt good, dirty in the best way. “You’re tight as fuck,” he muttered, working them in and out. When he replaced his fingers with his cock, the pressure made me grunt. The head popped past my ring and he sank in slow, inch by inch, until his balls rested against me. I’d never felt so full. He started thrusting—short, deep strokes that turned into long, hard slams. Every time he bottomed out I moaned like a whore. “Take that dick,” he growled. “First time and you’re already pushing back on it.”
I reached down and jerked myself while he fucked me. The slap of skin, the wet squelch of his cock stretching my hole, the smell of sweat—it all mixed together until I couldn’t think. Derek reached around and grabbed my balls, tugging just enough to make me gasp. “You’re gonna come with my dick in your ass,” he ordered. I did. My load shot across the couch cushion in thick ropes while my hole clenched around him. Derek kept pounding through it, then buried himself deep and unloaded. I felt every hot spurt flooding my guts.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. When he pulled out, cum leaked down my thigh. Derek turned me around, kissed me rough, and said, “Next round you fuck me.” My cock was already twitching again.
That night we swapped positions twice more, trading loads until we were both sore and sticky. First gay sex didn’t feel like a big dramatic thing. It felt raw, necessary, and exactly what my body had been waiting for.
