The Young Man Lying Against Me: My Raw First Time Awakening
In my childhood bedroom. Faded posters on the walls. Single bed creaking under us. Posters of bands I outgrew. Air heavy, stale with old memories. He’s naked against me. Young, smooth skin. Heart slamming my ribs. Thud. Thud. Thud. Will he wake and bolt? Slip out the window like a thief? Or stay till morning light creeps in?
Fear twists my gut. Sharp. This is it. No turning back. His arm draped over my hip. Heavy. Possessive. I feel his cock, soft now but still lodged deep between my cheeks. Inside me. My first time. Ever. Nervous sweat beads on my neck. Desire burns hotter. What if he wants more? Will I let him? God, yes. I crave it already. His breath warms my ear. Slow, ragged. Hands grip my hips. Bruising. I shift. He stirs. Eyes flutter open. Dark, hungry. ‘Again?’ he whispers. My pulse races. No words. Just a nod. Body screaming yes.
The Approach: Trembling Anticipation
Maladroit hands. Fumbling. His fingers probe. Slick with leftover lube. Spit really. We had nothing else. Childhood room, hasty. No prep. Just need. I tense. He pushes. Slow at first. Heart in my throat. The stretch. Burning ring of fire. Gasp. Bite the pillow. His tip breaches. Pop. Inside. Full. So fucking full. New world exploding. Veins pulsing against my walls. Raw friction. He groans. Low animal. Hips buck. Clumsy rhythm. No finesse. Just instinct. Sweat drips. Sheets tangle. My cock leaks on the mattress. Untouched. Throbs with every thrust.
The Instant: Explosive Surrender
Tension builds. Coiled spring. His breath hitches. Faster. Deeper. Nails dig into flesh. I push back. Greedy. Want him to wreck me. Break the innocence. Shatter it. Balls slap skin. Wet sounds. Shameful. Exciting. Heart pounds like drums. Vision blurs. He swells. Spasms start. Hot flood. Cum paints my insides. Pulse after pulse. He collapses. Rassasié. Sated. Still buried. Skin slick against mine. His weight pins me. Safe. Marked.
After. Quiet. Just breaths syncing. His cock softens. Slips out slow. Wet trail down my thigh. Emptiness aches. Innocence gone. Forever. Adulthood crashes in. Raw. Real. Will he leave? Door creak at dawn? Or return? Dig between my cheeks again? I want it. Again. Again. And again. Body hums. Alive. New horizons cracked open. No regrets. Just hunger. His hand lingers on my hip. Promise? Fingers trace lazy circles. Tomorrow? Heart skips. Nervous still. But excited. Door to more flung wide. Young man against me. Mine. For now.
