Page 8 of His First Time
It was too much, staring into the eyes of the man fucking me, the man taking my anal virginity. The man who was answering the questions I had refused to ask, that I had hid from myself behind a coward’s vow and a party boy face. Fuck, this was everything I wanted, everything I needed. I cried out, a scream and a moan and a sob all in one as I grabbed his face and pulled him down, kissing him. Kissing him like I could merge with him. Like I needed him to live.
He groaned into me, folding my body in two, and his cock pistoned me. Hard, deep, furious fucks that bottomed out, slamming into something inside me that made me scream, scream into his kiss. He held me there, our lips locked, our eyes open, staring into each other’s eyes.
“Michael—” It was all I got out before I exploded.
My asshole seized, clenching and throbbing around his cock as he plunged into me. He gasped, and I saw his eyes go wide as he stared while his body went taut. He tried to push deeper, harder, climb into my body.
I felt his cock twitch. He was unloading, filling the condom. He was cumming in my ass.
I seized again, jerking, and I erupted, spraying cum between us. Ropes shot up my chest, painted my pecs, my chin. One landed on my lips. Every muscle went taut, electrified, my whole body screaming as my orgasm kept going and going, a never-ending cycle of my cock erupting and my asshole seizing around Michael’s cock.
All the while, I held Michael’s stare.
We came down together, gasping, jerking, twitching, our bodies still firing off in mini orgasms every time we moved. His cock was lodged inside me, so fucking deep. I squeezed my ass around it, and he moaned, something low and drawn from the center of him. I liked the sounds of it. I squeezed again.
“You keep doing that, you’ll get me hard again.”
I was nineteen and I had the refractory period of minutes. But even I needed a break after that. I’d never cum that hard. Never.
“Maybe in an hour.”
“I’ll just wait here.” Michael winked and kissed me, nuzzling my face. His cock was still in my ass, but I felt it soften slightly. He shifted and started to pull back.
I wrapped my leg around him and locked my ankles. I didn’t want him to pull out.
“I’ll be fucking you again. I promise.”
An hour later, I was bent over the ottoman and Michael was sliding into me again. I was loose and wet, the lube he’d used before still slippery inside of me, still dripping down the backs of my thighs. My hard cock dangled down the front of the ottoman, and with every deep dicking he pushed into me, my cock drove against the leather. I sprayed the carpet and the ottoman as I screamed, my hands grabbing his wrists where he gripped the ottoman’s edge in front of my face.
He took me on my back in his bed, a monstrous king-sized bed with feather down comforters and more pillows than our seedy motel had in all the rooms. I lounged in pillows, my ass and head propped up, angled just so.
First, we sucked each other off, sixty-nining as he fingered my ass and I humped back and forth between his hands and his mouth as I sucked him deep. I was working past my gag reflex with startling speed. He slid all the way in and down each time, my nose burying in his sticky, sweaty pubes. I held him there, savoring him, trying to hump his fingers and mouth as I filled my throat with his cock.
Oh, I wanted this. I wanted a cock in my mouth and a cock in my ass. What the fuck had I unleashed?
Eventually, he pushed my ankles over his shoulders and sank into me, his cock sliding so deep into my asshole. I was open for him, and there was no pain, no resistance. I grabbed the sheets, the feather comforter. Arched my back and groaned. He held my legs wide, a spread V, and I stroked my cock as he pounded my hole, my prostate. I sucked three of my fingers as I stared at him, imagined it was his cock in my mouth.
He grunted and fucked me so hard I slid against the headboard, and then fucked me more, bending me in half while my eyes rolled back, my cock still leaking across my abs. I was a mess of sweat and cum and lube, sticky on every inch of my skin.
“You want my cum?”
“Yes,” I moaned. I opened my mouth. “I want to suck you dry.”
Growling, Michael pounded me once, twice, a third time, and then ripped out of me. He tore the condom off and tossed it away, then crawled up me and straddled my face. I grabbed his ass cheeks and guided his cock to my mouth, wrapping my lips around him and sucking. Swallowing, drawing him as deep into my throat as I could, until I was pushing my nose against his pubes so hard I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck!” Michael roared. He grabbed my head, fucked my throat, short thrusts as I felt his balls contract and his cock pulse. He shot his load down my throat, and I pulled back, sucking hard as he blew. He shivered, screaming through gritted teeth against my suction.
I stared up at him, hollowing my cheeks around his twitching cock. After three orgasms, his load wasn’t huge, but there was enough to fill my tongue. I moaned, and my eyes rolled back. I sucked again, greedy for more.
He pulled away, collapsing between my spread legs. “Too much.” He flopped backward, grinning, panting. “Fuck… I had a feeling you were going to be hot, Kevin, but,damn.”
I licked my lips, trying to capture every taste of his cum. Even the faint aftertaste of latex from the condom didn’t bother me. I craved cock and cum. “I’ve never done this before. Ever.”
“You’re a Goddamn natural.” Michael propped himself up on one elbow and smiled. “And you’re really hot. That was amazing.”
Beyond Michael, the sun was peeking out from the horizon, the sky turning from dusky night to the messy watercolors of morning sky stretched over the open ocean. We’d fucked through the night. Sometime between the couch and the ottoman and the bed, evening had turned to night and now to dawn.
Where were my friends? What did they think? They’d ditched me on the beach yesterday. Had they called? My cell was somewhere in the suite, wherever my towel had ended up. I’d been naked for twelve hours now. Naked, lubed, and covered in cum and sweat.
