I could hardly believe I was actually here. Darrell’s house loomed in front of me, quiet suburban, nothing special from the outside—but inside, I knew things were about to get wild. I’d met him online a few weeks ago; he was 55, experienced, and confident. Being 16, totally new to men, I’d told him I was ready to try anything. And tonight, I meant it.

He opened the door with a grin, eyes dark, sizing me up immediately. “Come in,” he said, stepping aside. His voice had a commanding tone that made me shiver. I stepped in, heart hammering, and he shut the door behind me.

He gestured for me to sit on the couch, then disappeared for a moment. When he came back, he was carrying a small bottle of lube. My stomach fluttered.

“First time being with a guy?” he asked casually, kneeling in front of me. I nodded, cheeks burning.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, “I’ll take care of you.”

He stood in front of me and had me kneel on the floor. I sank to my knees instinctively. He stepped closer, pulling his shorts down. His cock was thick and long, hanging in front of two large balls. I hesitated for a moment, a little overwhelmed.

“Just take it slow,” he said, his hand reaching for my head.

I opened my mouth, my tongue brushing the tip, tasting him for the first time. He groaned low, a sound making me shiver. I took more of him in, careful, slow. He was patient, letting me explore his cock with my lips and tongue, guiding me gently.

The taste was raw, salty, and intoxicating. I had never done anything like this before. My hands went to his hips, squeezing, feeling the weight of him in my mouth. I gagged a little as he pushed in deeper, and he chuckled, encouraging me.

“Good boy,” he murmured. “That’s it. Take as much as you can.”

I felt my confidence growing. I took him as far as I could, licked around the head, letting my lips slide along the shaft. He pressed closer, his hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place as he started to thrust just a little. My mouth stretched around him, and he groaned so loud I could feel it in my chest.

After some time, he stopped, pulled back, and I knew what was coming next. He pushed me back onto the couch, my legs spread, his eyes dark with desire.

“You’re ready for my cock in your ass, aren’t you?” he asked, voice low, teasing.

I nodded, heart pounding, nerves and excitement mixing. He lubed himself and me, spreading my ass cheeks, and I felt that first bit of pressure when he pressed his head against my asshole.

I whimpered, biting my lip, and he chuckled. “That’s okay. Just breathe. You’ll open up and get used to it.”

Slowly, he continued to push in. When I started to open up, his cock started inch by inch. The pain was real, intense, and I couldn’t help the little whine that escaped my lips. But he was patient, moving me, whispering encouragement, letting me adjust. The stretch was intense, new, exciting in a way I’d never imagined.

His cock slowly sank into my asshole. Jesus Christ, it was this crazy mixture of pain and pleasure. When my asshole gave way, he pushed in deep!

Once he was fully inside, he started pumping, slow and steady at first. The feeling was overwhelming and so fucking intense. My hands gripped the couch cushions, my mouth open, my body trembling as he set a pace I could barely keep up with.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, thrusting harder, his hands on my hips. “God, you took me so well. Are you sure this is the first time you have done this?”

I moaned, "Yes, it's the first time," letting myself go, feeling his cock slide in and out, each thrust hitting deep. It hurt, but the pleasure mixed with it was unreal.  He continued to fuck me, making me whimper.

He leaned down, kissing my shoulder, whispering dirty things in my ear while pounding into me. I swear I felt him grow inside of me, so thick and so hard. I knew he was close.

“I'm going to shoot my load into your ass, breed you like the little bitch you are,” he warned.

When he came, it was intense, his load pouring into me, leaving me trembling. I gasped, groaning, gripping the couch, letting him ride out his orgasm before pulling out.

"Very good, very very good, You took that assfucking like a champ!"

He gave me a towel to clean up a little and another to sit on. We talked about how long I have been wanting to be with another man and what my thoughts were after having just sucked my first cock and then having my ass fucked by it. 

"Sucking your dick was pretty cool. It was a little different than I expected, but I liked it. The fucking, I'm not going to lie, it fucking hurt to start. But, once the pain went away, I thought it was amazing!"

We talked a while longer when he asked. “You ready for round two?”  voice dark and teasing. I nodded, still nervous, and got on my hands and knees, letting him line up again. Once we were lubed up, he pushed his cock into me. I bit my lip, moaning as he started again, fucking me harder this time.

The second round was way more intense. He grunted with each thrust, hands gripping my hips, as he fucked me for the second time.

This time, he fucked for a lot longer. When he came, he pulled me on, holding me tight. I gasped, moaning, trembling, letting him flood my guts with his second load of cum. My ass was a little sore, but I loved every second, every hard push of his cock inside me.

He kissed my neck, low and possessive, and whispered, “You did so well, first time and all. That was… perfect.”

I shivered, still trembling, loving the ache in my ass, the memory of his cock filling me, the way my body had taken it all. I had never imagined being used like that—taken hard, raunchy, every inch of it new and thrilling—but I wanted more.

“God,” I murmured, looking up at him, “I can’t believe that just happened.”

He laughed, now standing next to me. “Believe it, kid. You just got fucked hard by a man who knows what he’s doing. And you loved it.”

I nodded weakly, a grin spreading across my face. Yes. I’d loved it. Every filthy, raunchy, hardcore second of it.