I met Roger, a guy I dated for ten days, out one night at the gay club. I missed the excitement I experienced with him.
“Hey Roger, nice seeing you,” I said.
“Hey, Ricky. How are you?”
“I’m good. I’m good, thanks. It’s good, looking at you. I wanna apologize for how we ended things. I felt rejected when you wouldn’t let me fuck you, and it hurt. It wasn’t you, and I’m very sorry.”
Roger grinned, “Thanks, Ricky, Apology accepted, Don’t worry about it. I wanna try being fucked again, anyway. I put a finger in my ass the other night, and it felt nice.”
“That’s interesting,” I smirked.
Roger giggled, “We could go back to your apartment and try.”
“Come on, let’s go,” and I held Roger’s hand.
He drove us to my apartment. In true Roger style, eager to prepare, he said, “I’ll be right back — you know what I’m going to do.”
As a well-trained bottom, Roger douched at once.
He returned to the lounge, “It’s all clean,” and chuckled, “let’s go to the room, big boy.” I loved his impatience.
I settled on the side of the bed and spread my thighs. Roger kneeled, whipped my cock out, and sucked — true to the cliché, with a mouth like a Hoover. Roger, the boy in a candy store, my dick his lollipop. I arranged a pillow under my neck and tilted my head, enjoying the view.
Roger beamed, “Let’s do it.”
I massaged the cream into my cock. Roger bent and rested with his stomach on the mattress. His hands spread his butt cheeks. I wet his hole, and slipped one finger inside him, followed by a thumb, and ended with two. My fingers glided effortlessly, and I positioned my dick on his sphincter and eased into him.
“I never thought you’d be my first,” Roger said.
“Your first? I thought you’ve already been fucked but didn’t like it.”
“Nah, I’ve tried, but it’s never gone in.”
Three minutes passed before my cock buried in his ass. The time I am sure of because Celine Dion’s _Because You Loved Me_ began playing as we started, and the song ended after my balls brushed his cheeks. I rested my rock-hard dick inside him for a minute before pulling out and easing back into him.
Roger moaned, “It’s sore.”
I stood still, then eased my cock in and out of his ass. Roger’s hole gloved my boner, with every inch delicate and silky.
He might struggle with a hard fuck, so I eased my dick deep into him and slipped only an inch back before driving into him and repeated the short, quick thrusts.
Roger moaned, “Mmm, that feels good.” He turned his head, “Be quick and finish. Okay?”
I thrust in and out but not as rough as I treated Sean, but still energetic, reliable, pumps and continued for fifteen-seconds, and blew inside him.
Roger moaned, “It’s sore, hurry.”
I thrust hard into his ass as I came repeatedly. I stood still with my cock buried in his ass.
“Are you going to cum? I can’t take it anymore.”
“I came three times.”
“You’re lying.”
“Nah, I came three times,” and I eased out of his ass.
Roger stared at me, shocked, “I felt nothing.”
As he stood, streams of spunk gushed from his gaping hole and settled on the floor.
I pointed to my puddle, “That just spewed out your ass.”
He grinned, “But I felt nothing.”
I accepted he might be a virgin. Well, ten minutes earlier.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“It’s a little sore. My ass feels tender. Did you enjoy it?”
“It was great. I love your ass. I’d love to do it again.”
“Easy tiger. I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to walk tomorrow. I wanna cum. Can I fuck you a little?”
I wanted to say “no,” considering I orgasmed. But after the gift of virginity, I dared to refuse the favor.
“Sure, I need to douche. I’ll be right back,”
I prepared in the bathroom and spread doggy style on the bed. Roger lubed himself and forced his tiny prick into my ass. I forgot of his low endowment, and as expected, he provided no pain or pleasure.
Roger, the horny dog, fucked and finished on his hand.
We showered together. Loosen from earlier, I fingered Roger’s ass, massaged the cream into my shaft, and tried pressing my cock into him. He claimed my cock stung.
I loved his eagerness, and his forwardness never bothered me. I wanted his ass again, but no dating.
Roger gave me a deep kiss, “I’ll see you around.” He grabbed my crotch, “Goodbye, little guy,” he kissed my cock, laughed, and left.
“He’s not little!”
