Page 22 of His First Time
But there’s something missing, and you keep trying to hump him more, arch more, push into him deeper. You have an itch that needs scratching, but you don’t know what it is.
Until his hand grabs your ass. Squeezes. And one finger dips into your crack and circles your hole.
You groan and you press back on his finger, almost pushing him inside you. “Yes,” you moan. “Yes.” This is what you want.
Justin flips you, rolls you onto your hands and knees and peels your jeans and briefs down your legs. You shiver in his truck bed, exposed and open for the whole empty world to see as Justin kneels behind you.
There has to be something, some lube, something in his truck. He’s got a toolbox in the bed, all guys around here do, and he fumbles in it for a moment. Something wet pours over your ass. Something thick.
He fingers your hole for a while, and you hear him rubbing his cock, cursing under his breath. He gets three fingers inside you before you buck, gasp, nearly scream. It aches, but it’s also exactly what you want, and you’re shaking for a reason that has nothing to do with the chill when he pulls his fingers out and lines up behind you.
Pushes his cock against your hole.
You have a moment, a half breath, before he pushes in.
You scream, and he claps his hand over your mouth to quiet you. “Shhhh,” he says in your ear. His cock is partway in, the head inside your ass, but he’s frozen. You both are. “Do you want me to pull out?”
You shake your head no. Fuck no. Not when you’re finally getting fucked, when this is what you’ve wanted forever. You whimper into his hand, blink past the tears that flooded your eyes. He’s so fucking huge. It stings, but it’s also fucking amazing. He’s in your ass and you have never felt this good.
Slowly, he works himself in, and you can feel the strain it takes out of him. Going slow, waiting as you tremble, as you breathe through each inch. Sweat drips on your back. His sweat.
When he’s buried all the way inside you, he leans over your back and kisses your shoulders, sighs, strokes your sides and your chest and your back. “So tight,” he gasps. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“First time,” you manage to whimper. “Never done this before.”
“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re doing great.”
He’s slow and gentle at first. Getting you used to the push-pull. The in-and-out. The slow, deep strokes. Until you start pushing back. Until you start demanding more.
Then he starts to fuck you.
Long and deep, sliding his cock in and out of you, his hips pulling back and snapping forward. You’re groaning, the truck is rocking, and the sound of flesh slapping on flesh fills the empty night. You can’t believe it. You’re finally getting fucked. You’re finally feeling what it’s like to get fucked by a man.
It’s pleasure and pain, passion and anguish. You simultaneously love it and you’re aching, so full of cock, and you desperately want more, want deeper. You push back, jam your hips into his. He grabs your hips, holds you tighter. You hear him grunt as his thrusts speed up.Slap, slap.Your bodies slam together.
You can’t take it much longer. You grab your cock, stroke it furiously. Your eyes are crossing, and you’re panting, gasping, slamming your hand on the truck bed. Everything is coming on too fast, too hard, the waves inside of you suddenly rushing up, rising too fast. Oh God, you’re going to cum, you’re going to cum sofuckinghard, but it’s not starting in your balls this time, no, it’s starting deeper, further back. It’s starting in your ass.
You grit your teeth and scream, bury your face in the drop cloth as you jerk your dick as fast as you can. Your cock explodes as your ass clenches, squeezing around Justin as you shake and shake.
He curses, squeezes your hips, and slams into you, once, twice, and then holds, grunting as his cock surges against your hole. You feel heat and the pulsing of his cock around your rim.
Something wet slips around his cock. He’s just cum inside of you. He’s just given you your first load.
For a long time, neither of you move. You just breathe, trying to stay perfectly still. If you can capture this moment, freeze this instance of time. If you can just live forever in this floating feeling, this post-orgasmic bliss. His cock is still hard and still buried inside you, and you’re still clenching around him. Everything is still perfect, for one more moment. His hands stroke your back softly. The world is still dark.
He pulls out slowly, and his cum follows, dripping down your balls and your thighs in lava-hot streams. You flip quickly, lying on your back and hoping the drop cloth absorbs his cum. Your pants are still down around your knees. You’re too wet to pull them back up, not just yet.
Justin lays beside you, propping on his side with one hand holding up his head as he watches you. “That was pretty amazing,” he says softly. “I would never have guessed it was your first time.”
You smile, shy suddenly. “It was really good.”
It was better than good, better than amazing. It was all of your desires rolled into one. But those wants are for a different place, a different time. You need to put this all away, put your jeans back on and get back to your car, drive home, shower, and shove everything, everything that happened, into the darkest corner of your mind. Already, your hands are shaking as you reach for your jeans.
It’s time to go.
Justin stills your wrist. “There’s no one out here for miles,” he whispers. “We have all night, if you want.”
If you want.
