Page 7 of His First Time
He brushed it away with his hand. “Okay?”
I nodded.
He pushed again. His cock slid into me, deeper. My jaw dropped and I tried to breathe, but there was nothing, no air, nothing but the invasion of his cock in my ass. My fingernails dug into his shoulders. My arms shook. I whimpered. I was stretching, fuck, stretching so wide. He was moving fractions of inches, but it seemed like I was being torn apart. Stretched to the limit. He was so deep, and yet, barely inside me. “I can’t…”
He waited. He leaned in, nuzzled me. Kissed my neck, the corners of my eyes. Drifted down, until he kissed my mouth. “You can,” he crooned. “You’ve got this.”
And then he slid in again, and his hips pushed against my ass. Lightning burst through me, a flash like the sky had exploded. I shook, jerked. My body was the thunderclap, an earthquake, a shift in the earth’s gravity. Michael was balls-deep, his heavy sac nestled against my ass, and his cock fully eight inches inside of me. My ass was invaded, full. It clenched hard around his cock. I grunted, animal noises, guttural gasps as I struggled to breathe.
I tipped my head back. His lips landed on my neck, suckling, nibbling, kissing his way up to my jaw, to my chin, then capturing my lips. “Wait,” he whispered. “Wait for it. Relax. Your ass swallowed me, man. I was going slow, but.” He grinned and kissed me again. My open mouth, the top of my nose. “Your ass just wanted this so bad.”
I was vibrating, strung out on too much sensation. Too much feeling. My body was reorienting, my entire existence reevaluated. Everything centered on the thick cock lodged in my ass. I could feel his heat, the pulsing of his flesh.
The pain, the stretch, receded, like waves on the beach pulling away. I could breathe again, could exhale. I shifted, my hips rolling, my back arching off the pillows beneath me. I neededsomething, but I didn’t know what. Like something moving just out of sight, like the football getting lost in stadium lights. I had to chase it.
Michael smiled. “Feel good now?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll start slow, baby.” He pushed back, his hands on the cushion beside my head, chest over me, smiling down as he moaned. As he pulled back, drawing his cock out of my ass, just slightly. Only an inch or so.
Fuck! I arched hard and screamed, grabbed his biceps, clawed down his triceps, his elbows. White lightning scratched across my eyes. My cock jerked.
I thought I had lost my boner when he shoved his cock up my ass. There it was, hard as rock, leaking on my stomach again. I groaned. “Fuck, fuck…”
“Feel good?” Michael winked.
“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Do that again.”
He rocked slowly, but to me, each fractional inch, each in and out push-pull, was a methodical plunge into the deepest parts of myself, parts I never had explored. My asshole ached, but also craved this, this constant filling pressure. I felt him move inside of me, so fucking deep.
And deeper. He thrust his hips against mine, his balls bouncing off my ass cheeks. I heard the squish of lube, felt liquid pour down my crack. My thighs trembled. I gasped. His thrusts sped up and he kept plunging deep, in and out, in and out. I yelped, scratched at his arms again. My legs went straight, taut, spreading wide over his elbows where he held me spread eagle. I saw my toes curl. Even my foot curled.
His beer-can cock was filling me, spreading my hole as wide as it had ever been. He was touching places in my own body I didn’t know, couldn’t know.
He was melting my bones, sending fire through my muscles. The burn, the stretch, had turned to agonizing glory, to liquid gold spreading from my ass through my cock. I was on fire, I was fireworks exploding in the sky. His cock, pounding in and out of my ass. Pressure, and fullness, and then the pull back. The push in. I grunted, groaned. My eyes crossed. I couldn’t get enough. Fuck, fuck. Frisson sparked along my body, as if every nerve were sizzling. His cock was the storm, and I was the lightning rod.
“You like?” Michael asked. He’d never taken his eyes off me. He kept staring down, watching. Every groan I made, every twitch, every arch, and he’d adjust, push deeper, hold his stroke longer. Move faster.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Don’t ever stop.”
He beamed. He leaned down, almost in a push-up, and kissed me savagely. I couldn’t breathe around his kiss, just tried to tangle my tongue and my lips with his as he devoured my soul. Pushing back, he snapped his hips, hard, into mine.
I screamed, and my eyes rolled back. I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled my legs up, higher, spread them wider. “More!” I bellowed. “Fuck! More!”
Michael slammed into me, his cock pounding against something in my ass that was shooting off its own personal explosions. I couldn’t stop moaning as he hammered me. In and out, in and out. His balls slapping my ass cheeks. Lube and sweat everywhere.
And, that scent. That fucking scent, man-sweat and masculinity. Pure, unbridled testosterone. I wanted to drown in it. I wanted to be fucked forever.
I grabbed his shoulders, arched my back and shoved my ass in time with his thrusts. “Yeah, baby,” Michael crooned. “Fuck me. Show me what you want.”
“Fucking want you,” I gasped. I closed my eyes, holding on tight as I bucked against his rhythm, the feeling of his cock pounding my hole, my first ever fucking. Deep strokes in and out, my asshole clinging to his cock as he dragged himself out of me. I felt my hole try to hold on to him. Draw him back in.
I never wanted this to end. My cock was hard enough to cut diamonds. It bobbed on my stomach, bounced off my abs. My crotch, everything from my ass to my balls to the tip of my cock, tingled. Like the moment before leaping off a bungee jump. I was breaths away from exploding. I could feel it building. A change. Something huge.
Something that would change me.
“Look at me,” Michael said. He cupped my head, dragging my face back down until our gazes met. “Look at me,” he whispered. He gasped, bit his lip. “You’re so fucking hot.”
