Speed and Lust: My First Time with a Man
I never imagined my first real sexual experience would be with a man. At 20 years old, I had barely even gotten anywhere with women. Sure, I flirted at parties and made out with a few girls, but it never went further. More often than not, I ended up alone after a night out, horny and frustrated, my only release coming from my own hand. I’d stumble back to my place after clubbing, adrenaline still pumping and mind buzzing from whatever I’d taken that night, and end up jerking off to porn until I passed out. It became a routine: party hard, get high, masturbate my frustrations away.
Lately, those nights had gotten more intense. I wasn’t just drinking; I was experimenting with weed, speed, even a little cocaine. The mix of drugs made my blood roar in my ears and my body feel electrified. Speed in particular turned me into a ravenous hornball. My heart would pound, my skin tingled, and my dick stayed rock-hard for hours. I’d get home still zooted and desperate to get off. I’d fire up some porn—usually straight porn, since I still thought of myself as a straight guy—and start stroking myself like crazy.
One night, though, something shifted. I was high on speed, eyes glued to the screen as a porn stud rammed into some busty blonde. I was sweating, fist pumping my cock furiously, when I realized my fantasy had slipped. In my drug-fueled haze, I wasn’t imagining myself fucking the girl—I was imagining being her. The thought hit me like a jolt: I pictured myself on my knees in her place, sucking that stud’s cock, letting him use my mouth; I pictured getting bent over and fucked hard just like she was. The idea should have weirded me out. I’d never consciously thought about guys like that before. But at that moment, it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever imagined. My asshole actually clenched with need and a shiver ran through me as I came spectacularly, groaning at the fantasy of a man dominating me.
When I sobered up a bit later and clarity returned, I was equal parts shocked and confused by what I’d fantasized. My cheeks burned with embarrassment even though I was alone. Did I really just get off thinking about sucking cock? I tried to laugh it off, blame it on the drugs. Must’ve been the speed messing with my brain, I told myself. After all, I’d always been into girls… right? I pushed the incident aside, convincing myself it was a one-time, drug-induced fluke. But deep down I couldn’t shake how real it had felt—how right it had felt. Every time I got high on speed after that, the same taboo fantasies crept back in. I’d be stroking myself to some porn clip and suddenly I’d be fantasizing about being the one getting fucked, about having a thick cock stretching me open. I kept dismissing it in the morning, but the cycle continued. My desire was building, no matter how much I tried to pretend it wasn’t.
Finally, one fateful night, everything came to a head. I’d been out at a wild house party with friends, doing lines of coke and popping some speed to keep the buzz rolling. By the time I got home it was late—maybe 3 or 4 AM—and I was wired out of my skull. My heart was thumping from the speed, and I was insanely horny. The post-party loneliness hit me hard as I stumbled into my empty apartment. I tossed my jacket aside, still feeling the bass of the music in my body, and my cock was already swelling just from the memory of those illicit fantasies. Usually I’d queue up PornHub or something, but that night an idea gripped me and wouldn’t let go: What if I tried to find a real guy to… you know… do it for real?
My hands trembled as I opened my laptop. I could barely think straight (or at all, honestly) with how aroused I was and the residual buzz in my veins. Without overthinking it, I googled for a gay hookup site. Within minutes I found myself on some hookup app/site specifically for men. It felt surreal—I was actually doing this. My heart pounded even harder, sweat beading on my forehead as I made a quick profile with a shirtless pic of myself. I remember my fingers hovering over the keyboard when it asked what I was looking for. I hesitated, then typed with a rush of adrenaline: “First-timer looking to experiment. I need a man tonight.” It was like someone else had written it, but it was exactly what I wanted.
The response was overwhelming and almost immediate. My profile lit up with messages—dozens within a few minutes. It was nothing like Tinder, where I’d be lucky to get a single match or a reply from a girl. Here, guys were eager. They were showering me with attention, complimenting my body, asking me what I wanted to do. I scrolled through the messages, my erection straining in my pants as I read things like “I’ll make you feel good, baby,” and “Always up for a horny newbie.”
One message in particular made my breath catch. The username was Big_Love, and his text was confident and direct: “You need a real man to stretch that tight ass. I’m in your area. 8 inches and thick.” Attached were a couple of pictures that nearly made me cum on the spot. The first was a shirtless torso shot—ripped abs, broad shoulders, a dusting of hair on a muscular chest. But it was the second pic that did me in: a close-up of a massive cock gripped in a big hand. The guy wasn’t lying—his dick looked easily eight inches, veins bulging along a rock-hard shaft to a fat, swollen head. It was the thickest cock I’d ever seen in a context other than porn, with a drop of precum gleaming at the tip. My mouth literally watered at the sight.
“Fuck…” I whispered to myself, my hand already rubbing my bulge through my jeans. My mind exploded with the image of that huge cock pushing past my lips or better yet, pushing inside me. I knew right then that I was done pretending. This was no drug hallucination or random fluke—I wanted it. I wanted him. With shaking fingers, I messaged Big_Love back, something clumsy like “I want you so bad. I’m new to this… but please, I need that in me.” He responded almost instantly: “Address? I can be there in 15.”
I nearly came again just reading that. This was actually happening. I hastily typed out my address. My entire body was humming—part excitement, part terror, part uncontrollable lust. As soon as I hit send, I let out a ragged breath. Holy shit.I was really going to do this, like, now.
Those next ten minutes were the longest and craziest of my life. I leapt up from my chair, mind racing. What do I do? Do I need to prepare somehow? I was still in the same clothes from the party, reeking of smoke and sweat. I quickly tore them off, nearly tripping over my jeans in my haste. I figured I should clean up at least a bit—I didn’t have much time, but I ducked into the bathroom to splash water on my face and gargle some mouthwash. My reflection in the mirror showed a wild-eyed, flushed young man; I barely recognized myself, pupils still blown wide from the speed, face flushed with anticipation. My lean body was quivering. I was naked except for my boxers, my erection tenting them obscenely.
I decided on a bathrobe—easy to take off quickly, and it covered just enough that I wouldn’t look completely nude when I opened the door. I shrugged on a black bathrobe, tying it loosely at my waist. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. I tried to calm myself, but my mind kept flashing images: what would it feel like when he arrives? Would he touch me right away? Was I really about to suck a guy’s cock and get fucked in a matter of minutes? My cock twitched at the thought, leaking a bit of pre-cum into my boxers. I was so aroused it was almost painful.
A knock on my door finally came, only about 12 minutes after I sent the address. That sound made me jump; my heart leapt into my throat. I nearly bolted, a surge of nerves hitting me. But I was too far gone to back out now. Taking a deep breath, I went to the door and cracked it open.
On the other side stood Big_Love in the flesh. He was taller than me, maybe around 6’2”, and built like a damn brick house. He wore a tight gray t-shirt that clung to his bulging chest and arms, and jeans that hinted at powerful thighs. My eyes darted nervously to his face—strong jaw, a bit of stubble, and dark, intense eyes that looked me up and down with open hunger. We didn’t exchange more than a quick “hey.” There was a brief, tense pause as we sized each other up; I’m sure I looked like a deer in headlights, a skinny 20-year-old in a bathrobe with probably a visible tent below the belt. But Big_Love (I didn’t even know his real name yet) just gave a crooked smile.
“Can I come in?” he asked, voice deep and confident.
“Yeah,” I managed to reply, my voice already hoarse with anticipation. I stepped aside and he slipped in, closing the door behind him.
We barely got two steps into the living room before instinct took over me. The sexual tension was thick; I could feel the heat radiating off both of us. My gaze dropped to the obvious bulge in his jeans—it looked even larger in person, straining against the denim. I swallowed hard. This is it.
“I… I want to see it,” I whispered, surprising myself with how desperate I sounded. My cheeks were burning, but I didn’t care anymore. My eyes flicked up to meet his.
He smirked, that confident glint in his eyes. “You sure you’re ready for this, kid?” he rumbled softly. There was a teasing warmth there, but also a hint of dominance that made my stomach flip.
In response, I just nodded and, without another word, I dropped to my knees right there in front of him. My body was acting on pure lust. I felt his large hand gently brush through my hair, almost a comforting gesture, and that small touch sent a thrill through me. With trembling fingers, I reached for his belt. I was so eager I fumbled with the buckle, and he let out a low chuckle above me, murmuring, “Easy, there…” But I couldn’t go slow. I got the belt undone, then the button of his jeans and the zipper. The sound of that zipper lowering was the loudest thing in the room; my mouth went dry (and yet watering at the same time) knowing I was about to see that cock from the photos in the flesh.
I yanked down his jeans and boxers in one go, unable to wait another second. His cock sprang free, slapping up against his abdomen. My eyes went wide. Eight inches had not been an exaggeration—if anything, he might have downplayed it. The thick shaft jutted right in front of my face, heavy and proud. It was even more beautiful than the picture: straight and rock-hard, with a slight upward curve, the skin silky-looking and flushed a hard reddish-pink. Closer now, I saw the head was already oozing precum from the tip, that clear liquid making it shine. The musky scent of his groin hit my nose—sweat and maleness, not unpleasant but raw and real. It made my head swim.
“Fuck…” I cursed under my breath, my eyes glued to that monster cock. I heard him inhale sharply above me as I wrapped my fingers around the base. My hand looked so small trying to encircle it. It was hot to the touch, stiff as iron wrapped in velvet. I gave an experimental stroke, feeling the veins pulsing against my palm. A drop of precum dribbled down, coating my knuckles. Without even thinking, I leaned in and licked a long stripe up from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip.
His taste flooded my tongue—salty, a little bitter with sweat, and the tang of that precum like a strong aphrodisiac. I groaned at the flavor, my own cock throbbing in my robe. “That’s it, take it,” he encouraged in a low growl. His hand tightened in my hair, not forcing, just holding. The weight and authority in that grip made me shiver with submission.
I opened my lips and took his bulbous head into my mouth. It was almost too big for me—I felt the corners of my mouth stretch, my jaw straining to accommodate him. My lips sealed around the ridge of his cockhead, and I swirled my tongue over the slit, lapping up more of his leaking fluid. Above me, Big_Love let out a deep moan. “Ohhh fuck, that’s good…,” he sighed. Hearing his pleasure spurred me on. I slid my mouth further down his shaft, taking as much as I could. It was my first time doing this, but lust was guiding me. I bobbed my head, sliding my wet lips along his hardness, slobbering eagerly. Spit mixed with his precum, dripping down my chin and onto the floor as I tried to devour him.
“Jesus, you sure you haven’t done this before?” he groaned, voice thick with lust. I briefly popped off his cock, gasping for air, and looking up at him with needy eyes. A string of saliva and slick stretched from my swollen lips to his glistening dick.
“I… mmph… I f-fucking love your cock,” I panted, surprising myself with the dirty words tumbling out. It was true—any hesitation I’d had was gone. I craved this. Before he could respond, I dove back down, taking him even deeper. I relaxed my throat as best as I could (remembering some tips I’d heard or seen in porn) and felt the spongy tip push past my gag reflex. My eyes watered as I forced myself lower until my nose pressed against the coarse hair at his base. I’d never gagged on anything before, but I gagged now around his thickness, throat constricting around him. He cursed and threw his head back, clearly loving how I swallowed him whole.
He began to rock his hips, face-fucking me gently at first. His hand on the back of my head guided me up and down on his shaft. Tears pricked my eyes from the effort, but I was lost in it, moaning around his cock. The vibration of my moans made him hiss with pleasure. Drool spilled from my stuffed mouth, dribbling down to soak the front of my robe. I must have looked like a messy little slut on my knees, and I had never been more turned on in my life. My own cock was straining under my robe, aching for touch, but I ignored it for now. All my focus was on worshipping the dick in my mouth.
I pulled back at one point to catch my breath, and I started licking and kissing my way down his shaft to his balls. They were big and heavy, swinging between his thighs. I cupped them with one hand, marveling at the weight. My tongue darted out to lick along his balls, and I heard him grunt in approval. I sucked one of them into my mouth, gently rolling it with my tongue, then the other. The musky taste of his sack and the feel of wiry hairs on my tongue had me moaning like I was eating the most delicious treat. “Fuck, that tongue…keep going,” Big_Love groaned, petting my hair.
While I lavished attention on his balls, I felt one of his hands slide down my neck and over my back. Before I knew it, he was tugging at the loose tie of my bathrobe. In one easy motion, he pulled the robe open and off my shoulders, effectively disrobing me until it pooled on the floor around my knees. I shivered as the cool air hit my bare skin—I hadn’t bothered with clothes underneath except my boxers, and those were now tented with my pre-cum soaked tip poking out of the waistband. He let out an appreciative growl as he looked down at my exposed upper body. I felt both vulnerable and excited being naked on my knees in front of him.
His hand traveled lower, over my lower back and then between my ass cheeks. I tensed for a second, knowing what he was going for, and my heart fluttered. “Relax,” he murmured. “Gotta get you ready for me.” I forced myself to unclench, and soon I felt his thick finger rubbing up and down my crack through the thin fabric of my boxers. He found the outline of my hole and pressed the cloth against it. Even that indirect touch made me whimper around the mouthful of his ball I was nursing. My cock twitched violently, drooling pre-cum onto the inside of my shorts.
He hooked a finger under the waistband of my boxers and tugged them down. Obediently, I lifted one knee and then the other, letting him peel them completely off me. Now I was fully naked, kneeling at this stranger’s feet, worshipping his cock and balls with my mouth while he had full access to my virgin ass. The thought made me dizzy with need. I shifted my knees further apart, presenting myself without even thinking.
“Good boy,” he rumbled approvingly, and I nearly moaned at that phrase. His fingers spread my ass cheeks, exposing my tight hole. I felt so exposed, knowing he could see that most private part of me. I’d never even had anyone touch me there before, but I wanted him to. I needed him to. I kept licking and sucking his balls as a distraction as his fingertip circled my hole lightly.
Then I felt a wetness—a glob of spit that he dribbled down between my cheeks. It was warm as it dripped over my hole, and his finger began smearing it around, lubricating the spot. I held my breath, anticipation roaring in my ears. Slowly, he applied pressure, and I felt the tip of his index finger start to penetrate me.
I gasped and my body went rigid for a moment. The intrusion felt so strange—a mix of discomfort and intense, forbidden pleasure. He paused, one hand still on my head to comfort me. “Just breathe,” he said softly. “It’ll feel good soon, trust me.” I believed him. I let out the breath I was holding and tried to relax my muscles. His finger pushed in deeper, the tight ring of my virgin entrance yielding for the first time. There was a slight burning stretch, but it quickly morphed into a pressure that made my cock jerk.
“Ohhh…” I moaned, letting his balls slip from my spit-soaked lips as I concentrated on the new sensation. He slid his finger all the way in to the knuckle, then slowly pulled out before pushing back in. He started finger-fucking me at a steady rhythm, and after a few strokes, that uncomfortable stretch turned into pure bliss. His fingertip grazed something inside me that sent a bolt of pleasure up my spine. I cried out, my hips instinctively rocking back, trying to get his finger even deeper.
“Yeah, you like that?” he chuckled, voice low. I could only whine needyly in response. I’d never felt anything like this. He curled his finger, hitting that sweet spot (my prostate, I realized hazily) over and over. My toes curled on the floor and I was shamelessly pushing back against his hand now. Spit was dripping from my chin onto my chest, mixing with sweat, as I panted and moaned.
“S-shit… please… more,” I found myself whimpering. I wasn’t even sucking him now; I’d practically forgotten about his cock for a moment because the finger in my ass was driving me wild. Precum was leaking from my own dick in ropes, I was so turned on. He obliged my plea by adding a second finger. There was a slight flash of pain as two thick digits stretched me further, and I hissed, tensing up. He paused. “Relax, it’s okay. You can take it,” he coached gently. I blew out a shaky breath and nodded, determined. I wanted to be ready for his cock, and I knew it was much bigger than two fingers.
Slowly he worked the second finger in alongside the first. My ass felt incredibly full and it was just his fingers—I couldn’t imagine what his cock would feel like. The thought both excited and frightened me in the hottest way. Soon, the pain melted away again into toe-curling pleasure as he scissored his fingers, stretching me open, and pumped them in and out, slick with spit and my own leaking fluids. Each time he rubbed my prostate, I mewled like a bitch in heat, barely recognizing the needy sounds coming from my throat.
My submissive side had fully taken over. I wanted this man in every way. I wanted him to fuck me, use me, ruin me for any other lover. “Please…” I moaned, looking up at him with pleading eyes, my voice cracking with desperation. “Please, fuck me. I n-need it…need you inside me.”
His eyes flashed with lust hearing that. He withdrew his fingers slowly, making me shudder as my stretched hole clenched around nothing, already missing the feeling. “Get up here,” he ordered huskily, stepping back and quickly yanking off his t-shirt, then kicking away the jeans tangled at his ankles. I rose on wobbly legs, my whole body trembling with anticipation. My gaze roamed over him as he stripped—the man was a fucking Adonis. Broad chest with a light sheen of sweat, nipples erect, a trail of hair from his pecs down sculpted abs, leading to that monster cock I’d just been sucking. I was so hungry for it I could hardly stand it.
He sat down on my couch, legs spread wide, cock jutting upward proudly from a trimmed bush of dark hair. He stroked himself slowly, his big hand sliding up and down that slick pole as he looked at me. “Come here,” he pats his thigh. I step forward, completely naked and aching. He guides me with hands on my hips until I’m straddling him on the couch. My knees sink into the cushions on either side of his thighs as I hover over him. His cock is positioned right below my entrance, teasing my ass cheeks. I can feel the heat of it against my sensitive skin.
“You sure you want all of this?” he asks in a low murmur, one hand giving his slick cock another stroke, the other hand rubbing soothing circles on my hip. For the first time since this started, I see a glimmer of concern or at least care in his eyes, making sure I’m really okay with what’s about to happen. It’s a tender moment in the midst of this raw lust, and it makes me want him even more.
“Yes,” I breathe out. My voice is shaky but resolute. “I want it. I want you… please.” My answer is all he needs.
He grips the base of his cock, holding it upright, and with his other hand on my ass he guides me downwards. I reach between us to help, grabbing hold of his thick shaft to position the bulbous head right at my spit-slick, eager hole. I feel the hot tip kiss against me and I shiver. This is it—the point of no return. I look into his eyes as I begin to lower myself.
The pressure against my virgin entrance builds and builds until suddenly, with a pop of intense sensation, the head of his cock pushes inside. “Ahh—fuck!” I cry out, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Even after the fingering, the stretch is almost overwhelming. It’s a burning, splitting sensation as inch by thick inch of his crown breaches me. I breathe hard, almost feeling like I might tear, but the pain is laced with pleasure, especially when he pauses to let me adjust. He’s panting too, jaw clenched tightly at the effort of holding back. My ass is squeezing him like a vice.
“Relax, just a little more… you’re doing so good,” he whispers, leaning forward to plant a surprisingly gentle kiss on my neck. I wrap my arms around him, clinging to his strong shoulders for support. Bit by bit, I sink lower. The fat cockhead slides further up into my tight channel, and suddenly the worst of the pain fades as the tip presses against that magical spot deep inside me. I practically see stars. My dick, which had softened slightly from the initial pain, twitches back to full hardness, spurting a bit of precum onto his abs.
“Ohhh god, I feel it… I f-feel you so deep,” I whimper into his ear. Encouraged, I continue my descent, determined to take all of him. With a mix of determination and raw need, I drop my weight down. His cock stretches me wider than I thought possible, inch after inch spreading me open. The friction is unreal—every nerve in my ass is on fire. By the time I feel my ass cheeks meet his thighs, I realize I’ve taken him to the hilt.
Both of us are trembling. He lets out a shaky breath against my neck. “Tightest ass I’ve ever felt,” he growls, voice full of restraint. I feel impossibly full, like he’s impaling me from the inside out. There’s a dull ache from the stretch, but mostly I just feel filled up and so completely connected to him in that moment. My body is adjusting around him, and a sense of pride blooms in my chest—I took all of it, all eight thick inches.
I lift my head from his shoulder and look at him with a mix of triumph and lust. A thin sheen of sweat covers us both. He cups my face and finally kisses me on the mouth. It’s hard and hungry, our tongues immediately tangling. It’s the first time we actually kissed, and it’s full of the same raw passion as everything else tonight. I taste my own saliva on his lips from when I blew him, and I taste him—cigarettes faintly, and masculine heat. The kiss makes me melt, and in doing so, my body relaxes even more around his cock.
I begin to move. Slowly, I raise myself a couple of inches off him, then slide back down. The friction of his thick shaft rubbing my inner walls makes us both moan into each other’s mouths. I break the kiss, throwing my head back as I start a steady rhythm of riding him. Up and down I go, at first gingerly because I’m still so tight, but soon with more confidence. His hands grip my waist, guiding me. His eyes drop to where our bodies join, watching his slick cock disappear into my stretched hole with every drop of my hips. “Take that cock,” he groans, slapping my ass cheek firmly. “Such a good little slut for my dick.”
His words ignite me. I’ve never been talked to like that, and it turns me on beyond belief. “Yes… yes, I’m your slut,” I hear myself moaning shamelessly. “Ride me, fuck, ride my cock,” he urges, meeting my downward thrusts with upward bucks of his hips. The room fills with obscene sounds: my high-pitched moans and his deep grunts, the wet slapping of our flesh as I bounce on his lap, the creak of the couch under our frantic movements. My apartment smells of sweat and sex now, the air hot and heavy around us.
I can’t get enough. I grind my ass down to get him even deeper, gyrating my hips. His cockhead is battering my prostate with each motion and I feel an intense pressure building in my own balls. Unbelievably, I realize I might actually cum from this without even touching myself. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum… your cock’s gonna make me cum!” I babble, half-delirious.
He growls and suddenly stands up, lifting me with him while still impaled on his cock. I yelp in surprise, wrapping my legs around his waist so I don’t fall. He’s so strong that he holds me up effortlessly, my back now pressed against a wall of my living room. In this new position, he starts thrusting upward, effectively fucking me on the wall. Hard. My weight drives me down on him as he pounds up. The sharp, deep thrusts knock the breath out of me. My nails rake his back and I cry out, each plunge hitting that sweet spot perfectly.
My vision goes white for a second as a powerful orgasm rips through me. “Ohhh fuuuuck!” I practically scream. My cock erupts, shooting hot ropes of cum between our bodies, splattering against both our stomachs and chests. I wasn’t even touching it—his dick alone milked that orgasm out of me, my first ever from prostate stimulation. Pleasure detonates inside me in waves. My ass clenches rhythmically around his cock as I cum, which makes him snarl in pleasure.
I go almost limp from the intensity of it, and he slows for a moment, holding me pinned to the wall, letting me ride out the aftershocks. I’m panting into his shoulder, mind completely blown. But he’s not finished—far from it. As soon as I catch my breath, he grins at me with a feral look. “Got one out of you, huh? Now it’s my turn.” His voice is dripping with lust.
He pulls out of me, finally letting me down to my feet. My legs are jelly and I can hardly stand upright, but he’s got a firm hold on me. He spins me around and bends me over the arm of the couch in one swift move. I’m still in a post-orgasm daze, barely processing as I feel his hand press down between my shoulder blades, arching my back and presenting my ass up for him. My hole feels empty and is probably gaping after being stretched by his girth, and I whimper as I feel him line up again from behind.
Without much warning, he plunges back inside me to the hilt. “Ahhh, fuck yes!” I cry, the overstimulated nerves in my ass protesting and rejoicing at the same time. He’s rougher now, driven by his own nearing climax. Both of his hands grip my hips like vise grips and he starts hammering into me from behind. This is pure, animalistic fucking—fast, hard, each thrust making my ass cheeks ripple and loud smack sounds echo in the room as his hips hit my backside.
I grip the couch cushion for dear life, my knuckles white. It’s almost too much; he’s so deep I feel him in my gut, and he’s railing me so hard I can barely catch my breath. But I love it. I’m sobbing with pleasure, tears of ecstasy gathering in my eyes from the intensity. “God, you’re wrecking my ass!” I manage to gasp out. He responds with a guttural moan, one hand releasing my hip only to come down in a sharp spank on my right ass cheek. The sting makes me yelp.
“You can take it,” he pants. “This what you wanted, huh? You wanted to get fucked like a little slut?” His voice is a mix of degradation and encouragement, and it drives me wild. “Yes, yes, fuck me, use me!” I practically shout, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts despite the brutal pace. My cock is somehow getting hard again, already greedy for more even after cumming. Droplets of sweat fall from his forehead onto my back. I can feel his thighs tensing against me, his breathing getting ragged—he’s close.
Suddenly, he pulls out of me completely. I gasp at the sudden emptiness, but he’s already grabbing me and moving again. He practically flips me over. My back hits the floor rug with a soft thud as he maneuvers me off the couch and onto the carpet. Before I can even process, he’s on me again. He pushes my legs up and apart, folding me nearly in half with my knees toward my chest. This new position has me entirely at his mercy, exposed and open for him. He plunges his cock back inside my sloppy, well-fucked hole in one stroke.
He looms above me, practically animal in his lust. The coffee table rattles nearby from our rough movements. He holds my legs apart, gripping behind my knees, and pistons into me urgently. Now I can see his face between my legs—his expression is ferocious, eyes locked on where his cock is disappearing inside me. I glance down as well and nearly cum again at the sight: my ass is stretched wide around his thick shaft, each thrust pulling out slick with my juices before driving back in. My own cum is smeared between our torsos from when I came earlier, making our skin sticky and slick. The room smells like pure sex—salty sweat, cum, and raw desire.
He fucks me harder than ever, the new angle letting him pound directly down into me. I’m practically screaming with each deep stroke. He hits my prostate dead-on and I claw at his arms, babbling nonsense. “Yes, please, more, oh god, fuck me, fuck me!” I moan without shame. His balls slap against my ass with every thrust. I feel another orgasm building insanely fast—my cock is sandwiched between our bodies, and the friction combined with the intense prostate massage is pushing me toward another high.
“Gonna cum… oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again!” I sob, and I feel him jackhammering me even faster at my words. He wants to breed me, to fuck me right through my second orgasm and fill me up. His eyes meet mine and his gaze is full of lust and a sort of triumphant ownership. “Do it,” he growls. “Cum for me. I wanna feel that tight ass milk my load out.”
That’s all it takes. I convulse under him, my cock erupting in a second, mind-blowing orgasm. I had thought I was spent, but somehow I’m shooting another, slightly smaller load. The cum spurts between our bellies, joining the sticky mess already there. My ass clamps down like a vice on his pistoning cock as I climax, and that finally pushes him over the edge.
He pulls out of me at the last possible second, just as I’m coming down from my high. “Where do you want it?” he groans, stroking himself furiously now. I’m barely coherent, but I know exactly what I want. I manage to push myself up to partly sitting, my face just inches from his cock as he kneels over me. I look up at him with begging eyes.
“Cum on my face… please, I want it,” I moan, voice wrecked and desperate. I stick out my tongue and open my mouth, ready to be his little cum-dump. My heart races with anticipation—this is exactly like the porn fantasies that started all this, and I’m about to live it.
His eyes go dark with desire at my request. “Fuck, you really are a slut for it,” he groans. He kneels up, straddling my chest slightly, and aims that gigantic cock at my face. He jerks it fast and hard. I can see his muscles tensing, his abs clenching. I open my mouth wider, tongue out, and then I feel the hot splash.
With a deep roar, Big_Love starts cumming. The first thick rope of his seed hits my cheek and lips, startlingly warm and sticky. The next spurt lands right across my tongue and nose. I close my eyes as he continues to paint my face with his cum. It’s a huge load—jet after jet of hot, salty semen coating me. I moan lewdly, reveling in the absolute filth of the moment. Some of it lands on my tongue and I swallow instinctively, tasting the musky saltiness of him. I’ve never tasted another person’s cum before; it’s intense and utterly dirty and I love it.
He milks out the last dribbles onto my forehead and chin, groaning as he finishes. My face is a complete mess—I’m literally covered in his cum, just like I begged for. I slowly open my eyes, blinking through a bit of jizz on my lashes. The sight above me is glorious: Big_Love breathing hard, looking down at me with a mix of satisfaction and possessive hunger. His cock, now spent, still twitches as a final bead of cum oozes from the tip onto my cheek.
Without even thinking, I take his softening cock back into my mouth, licking it clean, sucking off the remnants of his orgasm mixed with my own saliva. He shudders, oversensitive, and gently pulls back. “Jesus, you are something else,” he chuckles, clearly impressed and maybe a little surprised at how voracious I turned out to be. I just grin up at him, wiping a bit of cum from the corner of my eye. I feel on top of the world—used, absolutely wrecked, and more sexually satisfied than I’ve ever been in my life.
He collapses next to me on the floor, both of us lying there catching our breath. I can feel the sticky cooling mess on my face and torso, and each time I inhale I smell him all over me. It’s deliciously nasty, and I’m in no rush to clean it up. My body is exhausted, pleasantly sore in a hundred places. My ass especially is throbbing—in a good, well-fucked way.
After a minute, he turns his head to look at me, a lazy sated smile on his lips. “So,” he murmurs, brushing a finger over my cheek and smearing his cum lightly, “was that a good first time?”
I laugh breathlessly. “Better than anything I ever imagined,” I admit. My voice is soft, completely sincere. I probably look a wreck—hair mussed, face glazed with cum, lips puffy from the rough kissing and sucking—but I feel amazing. “Thank you,” I add shyly, almost as an afterthought, and we both chuckle at the formality of thanking someone for fucking your brains out.
He sits up a bit, leaning on one arm. “You took it like a champ. Honestly, I can’t believe you’ve never done that before,” he says, shaking his head in admiration. “You’re a natural.” Hearing that praise warms me. A part of me still can’t believe I actually went through with this, and did it so eagerly. If you’d told me a year ago I’d be on my floor with a man’s cum all over my face after begging him to fuck me, I would have thought you were insane. But now it feels like I’ve discovered a secret part of myself that was waiting to be unleashed.
We eventually peel ourselves off the floor. My legs are wobbly and I wince a bit as I stand—my ass definitely feeling the aftereffects of its first thorough pounding. I manage to smile though, proud of that ache. We gather our discarded clothes in comfortable silence. Big_Love pulls his jeans back on, and I shrug my robe back over my messy body. I can feel drying cum on my skin, a constant reminder of what we just did, and it’s strangely satisfying.
He’s about to head out (it was, after all, meant to be a quick hookup), but before he does, he asks for my number. “I’d definitely do this again, if you’re up for it,” he says with a wink. My heart leaps with happiness; not only was it an incredible experience, but he actually wants to see me again. I grin and we exchange numbers, my hands still slightly shaking but this time out of post-sex adrenaline rather than nervousness.
At the door, he gives me one last once-over, smirking at my thoroughly debauched state. “You might want to clean up… or maybe not,” he teases, wiping a smudge of his cum from my collarbone with his thumb. On impulse, I grab his hand and suck that thumb into my mouth, licking it clean of the cum. His eyes darken and he lets out a low groan. It’s a filthy little move that promises I’m far from done exploring this side of myself. “You’re insatiable,” he laughs softly, and with a final playful swat on my ass, he turns and leaves into the night.
I close the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment in a daze. Wow. My mind replays everything that just happened in a rapid montage: my bold step of going online, his cock filling my mouth, the way it felt plunging inside me, the intensity of my orgasms, and the hot splash of cum on my face. It doesn’t even feel real, yet the evidence is all over me—literally. My skin smells like him, and when I touch my face, my fingers come away slick with his dried seed.
Amazingly, my cock gives a twitch at that realization. I’m utterly spent, but a part of me is already craving more. I walk to the bathroom and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look positively filthy and thoroughly fucked: my hair is wild, face glazed and streaked with pearly ropes of cum, lips swollen and reddish. I stick out my tongue to lick a drop that’s hanging from my chin, moaning softly at the taste. The horny urge inside me hasn’t completely subsided, it seems.
Instead of washing off right away, I decide to indulge one last time. The image of myself like this—used and covered in another man’s cum—is too hot to pass up. I slump down on the cool tile of the bathroom floor, legs still weak, and grip my semi-hard dick. I start jacking off slowly, relishing the slickness as I use some of the cum from my cheek as lube on my shaft. I close my eyes and recall how it felt when he was slamming into me, how perfectly his cock stretched me, how incredible it was to surrender to my desires. My hand moves faster, fueled by those memories and the tactile reminder of his sticky load on my skin.
It doesn’t take long before I feel a final surge of pleasure. With a groan, I cum for the third time that night, adding my own fresh spurts of jizz to the mess on my belly. It’s a smaller load, just a few spurts, but it leaves me trembling with satisfaction. I lean back, utterly drained and content.
As I come down from the high of that last orgasm, a calm clarity washes over me. This is where I was meant to be, what I was meant to experience. All those frustrating encounters with women, all the confusion about my fantasies—they suddenly make sense now. I needed a man’s touch, a man’s dominance, the feeling of being filled and claimed, to truly feel satisfied. I realize with a little smile that I’ve discovered something essential about myself tonight. It’s not just the drugs or a random whim; it’s who I am.
Eventually, I climb into bed, not even bothering to fully wipe off all the evidence of our encounter. I like having his scent on me, a reminder that it wasn’t a dream. My body is pleasantly exhausted and buzzing with happiness. As I drift off to sleep, I feel utterly sated for the first time in my life. There’s a delightful ache between my legs and a grin on my face. I know this is only the beginning of a new chapter for me. Tonight, I found the kind of raw, blistering-hot sex I’d been craving without even knowing it—and I’m never going back.
