Page 6 of His First Time
He grabbed my thighs and pushed, rolling me up onto my shoulders. My ass was in the air, exposed, my cock pointing toward my face. He pulled my thighs apart.
I was so fucking open. My asshole was right there, in his face. I clenched. Gasped.
“Do that again, baby,” Michael purred. “Let me see that hole.” He groaned, biting his lip as I shivered again.
And then he buried his face between my cheeks, and his tongue slid over my hole. Hot and wet, his tongue covered my ass, sliding over my entrance slowly before flicking up and tickling the edges of my hole.
I screamed. I arched. I grabbed the throw pillow yanked it over my face. I fucking bit the pillow, screaming as his tongue dove into me, as he worked my ass with his tongue, his mouth. He ate my ass like it was gourmet. His tongue dipped in and out, slid into my hole. He flicked in and out of my edges, sucked all the way around. I could feel his stubble, his five-o’clock-shadow, graze my cheeks. It made my spine melt. I bucked into his face, chasing his tongue, chasing his mouth. Fuck,more.
My legs were shaking. I couldn’t stop moaning. My cock was leaking onto my abs. I wanted to touch it, jerk myself. If I did, I’d fucking explode. And I didn’t want this to end. Not yet.
He bit my ass cheek as he pulled back. I felt him smile. I heard his soft laugh. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
I couldn’t breathe. I shifted the pillow and tried to stare at him. I was so dizzy. I couldn’t catch my breath. “Wha—” I managed. “What was that?”
“You’re a born bottom, baby.” Michael bit his lip. He stroked his cock with one hand. “Your ass is hungry to be filled.”
Yes it fucking was. I’d never thought about it before, but now, as soon as he’d said it-
I was empty and I needed filling. I needed my ass to be filled. I needed cock and I needed it now.
I bucked my ass. Tried to push into him. “Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck me.”
“You want to be fucked?”
“I do.” I nodded, tried to reach for him. All I could think about was cock. His cock. My ass. Getting filled.
“Lemme get a condom.”
He disappeared for a moment. I stayed where I was, legs spread, one over the back of the sofa, one propped up on the cushion. My hole was wet. His spit dripped down my ass. I shivered.
I rubbed my hand down my crack. I was fucking open. Loose. I pressed a finger against my entrance. My ass sucked it in. I moaned.
He reappeared, a bottle in one hand and a condom covering his cock. “Getting started without me?”
“I need you.”
“You needthis.” Michael pulled my hand away and drizzled lube down my ass, pushing some into my hole. I felt it drip everywhere, down my ass, drip onto the couch. I felt my hole squeeze around the lube. I heard the squelch. I was so fucking wet.
He tossed the lube to the ground and grabbed a throw pillow. He shoved it under my hips. I was back in the ready position, my ass facing the sky. And him.
I grabbed my knees. Pulled my legs apart. “Fuck me, Michael.”
I had seconds left before my anal virginity was a thing of the past. Before I crossed the line in the sand, definitively, from straight to gay.
For a moment, a second, I hesitated. As he leaned over me. As his cockhead rubbed up and down, over my hole. As I felt him push against my opening. Fuck, there was no going back, not after this.
“Look at me.”
My eyes flew to his. I stared. I felt like I was about to fly out of my skin, out of my mind. I must have looked panicked. Wide-eyed, panting, gasping. He cupped my head. Forced me to hold his stare.
His cock slid into my hole, the head popping through my tight ring.
I screamed. Gasped, and arched my back. He held me, our gazes locked together. I gritted my teeth, and he froze, his cockhead inside my ass.
“Wait,” he breathed. “Wait for it.”
I did, panting, clinging to him as my ass spasmed around his cock. I was impaled, invaded. Suddenly, I wanted to run. I wanted to be anywhere else. I didn’t want this. A tear leaked from my eye, ran down the side of my face.
