It was my sophomore year in college at NAU.
I needed a good job, and I found myself interviewing for a Transfer Mentor role. That’s where I met him.
His name was Jon.
Six foot four, clean-cut, bear-type. The kind of man who didn’t even have to try to stand out. He looked about 26, and from the moment I sat down across from him, I couldn’t stop noticing him.
The interview went smoothly. Too smoothly. Like I was answering questions on autopilot while trying not to stare.
When I got the job, I ended up getting closer with the transfer cohort. We’d bounce between each other’s houses, smoke, talk, and go out to eat. It was easy to be around them. Easy to feel like I belonged.
One day, I needed someone to buy dab tools for me, since I was only 20. So I asked Jon.
He picked me up and we got everything without a hitch. When we got back to my place, we were sitting there laughing while I struggled like an idiot trying to light a dab for the first time.
After enough trial and error, we finally got it working.
The hit was instant. Hot in my ribs in a way I’d never felt before. The head rush swelled, and I felt heavy, stuck to the couch, but the high was incredible. It was both of our first time trying dabs, and before long we were completely faded, glued to the couch, watching music videos with our mouths half open, trying to work through it.
Then I felt his hand slide onto my thigh.
I looked over and he leaned in to kiss me.
I panicked for half a second, but underneath it, I wanted it. Even before I fully moved toward him, I let his lips land on mine, smooth and deliberate. Like he’d been thinking about doing it for a while.
I kissed him back.
It turned into something real fast. We made out on my couch until I climbed on top of him, settling into his lap, the two of us locked together like we weren’t trying to stop. His hands held me there like he didn’t want me going anywhere.
I leaned in and whispered, “Do you want to take a shower?”
Then I led him to my room.
I watched him undress. He had a big, husky body, the kind that looked even better up close. A patch of chest hair. Broad shoulders. Something about him felt solid and overwhelming in the best way.
In the shower, the water ran down his body and I couldn’t stop staring.
I got down on my knees for him, and his eyes lit up.
It was my first time with a cock.
At first I kissed it, slow and careful, letting myself get comfortable. Then I finally put my lips around him, unsure at first, but getting more confident as I went, sinking lower little by little while my hands moved over him. Rubbing his backside, squeezing his ass, cupping his balls, pulling him closer when I wanted more.
Then I stood up and kissed him again.
He towered over me, and I’m 5’11”, but next to him I still felt smaller. Like I was giving him control without even having to say it out loud.
We dried off, and the second we got to the bed I didn’t hesitate. I spread out for him, letting him see exactly what I wanted.
He got the message.
When he started, I gasped, fingers gripping the sheets as he worked me open with his mouth until I could barely breathe through it. I took as much as I could, shaking under how intense it felt.
Then he lifted his head and asked if I had a condom.
I told him I did… but that he didn’t have to use it if he didn’t want to.
I grabbed the lube and condoms and set them within reach, but he only took the lube.
He coated his hands and started fingering me, slow and deliberate, stretching me open and taking his time. Not rushing. Making sure I was ready even though I was already desperate for him.
I didn’t care if it hurt. I didn’t care if it was too much. I just wanted him inside me.
Then he hooked my legs up over his shoulders.
He pressed the tip against me, teasing, only pushing in as my body let him. I bit my lip hard, trying not to lose my mind from the anticipation and the view of him above me, the way his face looked when he was focused.
Slowly, surely, he sank into me until he was buried all the way.
I could feel the fullness of him, the heat, the sharp mix of pleasure and discomfort that made my entire body tense and tremble at once.
I barely managed to whisper, “Yes… please.”
That was all it took.
Jon started to pick up his pace, hands tight around my thighs, breath heavy, trying to keep his stamina. I could feel the warmth of him inside me, and every thrust drove it deeper, pulling a reaction out of me I didn’t even know I had.
Then, on accident, I tightened around him.
Jon let out this low, euphoric groan, and it was like something snapped. He lost control and finished, the sound he made wrecking me just as much as the feeling did.
A sound I’d secretly wanted to hear since the moment I first sat across from him in that interview.
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