Recap: Ethan’s date bailed. So he called Leo over. Leo showed up to find Ethan jerking off to porn on the TV, hard and desperate. He dropped to his knees and gave Ethan the roughest, sloppiest head yet. But mid-thrust, Ethan looked down and asked if Leo could take it like the girl in the video. He promised he wouldn’t fuck him… unless Leo asked. Now Leo’s bent over the couch, ass up, Ethan grinding between his cheeks, teasing, wet, slow. And Leo finally says it.
“…Maybe just the tip?”
“Fuckin’ finally,” Ethan muttered, pressing a hot kiss into the back of my shoulder like I was some girl he’d just seduced. His hand clamped firmer around my waist. I felt him shift his hips, cockhead dragging low, finding the spot. Then still.
One breath. Two.
And then I felt it.
That heavy pressure right on my hole. The wet, wide crown of his cock nudging in slow and steady. My mouth opened to let out a moan. The stretch was thick and blunt. The kind that makes your toes curl and your stomach tighten.
He stayed there, barely pushing. Letting his cock smear that lube in tighter circles, like he was trying to soften my hole before entering. But then came that moment where the push met the resistance. Where my body had to decide if it was gonna let him in.
I forced a little gasp. “Fuck wait, it’s… it feels tight, bro”
Ethan froze. “Yeah? ”
I nodded into the cushion, biting my lip to hide the grin. “‘It's just…so fucking big.”
He grinned like he’d just been knighted. “You'll be fine man. I’m barely in. Just let me get the head in, yeah?”
The head.
Right.
Because the truth was, he was thick. Thicker than most guys I’d been with. And I’d been with a few. Okay, more than a few. But Ethan didn’t need to know that. Ethan needed to think he was wrecking virgin hole tonight.
You tell a guy it’s your first time and suddenly he thinks he’s the alpha. The one popping your cherry. It makes them go soft and sweet and stupidly proud. Which is how I like it.
He groaned above me, rocking his hips slowly, grinding that head in deeper. The pressure built fast - fat and hot and pulsing and then… pop. The head slipped in.
“Fuuuck,” he hissed, voice shaking. “You like it?”
I let out a breathy whimper, my fingers gripping the couch cushion. “Y-Yeah,” I whispered. “Are you sure that’s just the tip?” Men love hearing that their dick is huge. It makes them harder, cockier like they’re unlocking something primal. And, well… I wasn’t exactly lying. Ethan’s fucking cockhead was massive. Thick and blunt, it stretched my hole like nothing else ever had - just the tip, and I was already gasping.
He laughed, low and smug. “Barely the tip, man.”
Fuck, he sounded so proud.. Like he wanted to savor every inch going in like some slow-motion trophy fuck. His hands were solid on my hips now, holding me steady as he moved in just a little more.
“Ffffuck, your hole’s tight,” he groaned. “Gripping the fuck outta my cock.”
My ass pushed back instinctively, and I had to stop myself. Had to remember: first time. First stretch. First everything.
So I let out another gasp. “Fuck...it burns a little”
He froze, his thumb rubbing slow over my lower back. “Breathe, bro. Once the tip is in, you'll feel better."
Fuck, I wanted to laugh.
Because inside I was giggling silently, throat tight. My cock was leaking hard against the couch, dribbling onto the fabric, throbbing like crazy. My hole might’ve been acting all shy and brand new, but it was clenching around him like it knew what it was doing. Because it did.
I arched my back a little more, let the angle shift just enough to pull him in half an inch deeper. He groaned above me, hips twitching. “Uhm.. you doing okay?” he asked again, voice shaking now.
“Yeah…” I whispered. “It’s just… you’re thicker than I thought you’d be.”
He moaned at that. No other word for it.
“Fuck, bro,” he breathed. “Say that again.”
“You’re so thick,” I said, a little louder now, little faker. “Feels… way bigger than I imagined…”
He pressed in again, an inch deeper now. Then pulled out slightly. Then in again. He was working it. Slow and careful. Letting the stretch happen at his pace. Letting me adjust.
Except I didn’t need to adjust. I was clenching and relaxing like it was a fucking science. Letting him think he was winning my body over inch by inch. Letting him think he was taming me.
His hands slid to my lower back again, rubbing soft circles. “Just a little more, yeah?” he asked, panting. “Lemme get halfway?”
Halfway.
Fuck.
That meant he was nowhere near done. And I could feel it. Every time he pushed his cock in, I felt how much more was waiting. Still outside. Still aching to be fed into me.
I moaned, high and shaky. “Y-Yeah. Okay…”
He shifted again. One knee up on the couch, using that leverage to slide in deeper. The stretch got fatter. Fuller. This time I couldn’t pretend. My back arched hard. My hips rolled back.
“Ffffuck, there it is,” he groaned. “Fucking hell. Your ass just swallowed my cock smoothly.”
He was halfway in now. And I was grinning into the cushion, trying not to gasp too loud at how fucking perfect it felt.
Because this wasn’t just some hookup.
This was Ethan.
My straight, gym-addicted, cocky-as-fuck, ex-date-having bro, who I’d now successfully seduced into working his big frustrated dick into my ass. He was now gripping my hips like he owned them, panting into my neck like he couldn’t believe this was real.
He was still only halfway in, but fuck, you’d think he was in deep, the way he was losing his mind. “Fucking hell,” he muttered. “You’re gonna make me nut in your boypuss tonight.”
I laughed, low and breathy, like I was barely holding it together. Truth was, I was holding it together but not for the reasons he thought. Not because it hurt or I was struggling. But because I didn’t wanna blow my cover. Because if he knew how bad I wanted this really wanted this...he’d stop playing careful.
And I needed him to believe he was in control.
He rocked his hips a little, barely an inch forward, and I let out a breathy moan. My cock twitched, still trapped against the couch cushion, leaking. Every time he moved, I clenched. Not because I had to. Because it made him groan and made him feel like an alpha.
“Fuck—tight again. You keep doing that, man,” he gasped. “You’re squeezing the fuck outta me.”
I smiled into the pillow. “Sorry…”
“Nah. Don’t be.” He leaned in closer, his chest warm against my back. “That shit feels fucking good.”
His voice was lower now, more serious. Less joking. “I get it now,” he murmured. “Why you gay dude like this.”
I blinked. “Yeah?”
He rocked in just a little more. Almost three-quarters in now. My whole body was vibrating, but I kept still. Let him feel like he was guiding the rhythm. Let him think he was doing this to me.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “You’re warm as fuck inside. It’s like...fuck. Like velvet, man. Gripping me so nice.”
I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed.
“You ready for me” he asked again, and this time it was softer. More careful.
I nodded, voice barely a whisper. “Y-Yeah. You can go a little more…”
He groaned, deep from his chest, and finally pressed forward, slowly working the rest of his cock in. That last inch burned so good, I couldn’t fake it anymore. My legs shook. My mouth opened.
“F-Fuck Ethan”
“There we go,” he muttered. “Whole fuckin’ thing.”
I was shaking, hole stretched wide, cock leaking under me. “Dude… what the fuck. You’re so huge.”
He chuckled, still deep inside, still pulsing. “And here you were beggin’ for just the tip.” Then he leaned in, pressed his chest to my back, and whispered with a grin,
“Knew you’d take cock better than that girl in the porn video.”
Of course I could, Ethan. I wasn’t just passed around the college locker rooms for no reason.
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