I stood up quickly and lay on the bed, with my knees up. I wanted to see every expression on Justin's face when he entered me, while he was fucking me.

Justin closed his eyes for a moment and then followed. But he didn't climb up after me. Instead, he kneeled on the floor in front of the bed. He placed my legs on his shoulders and then rubbed his forehead against my ass cheeks, just breathing me in. Then he spread my ass cheeks with his hands and licked my entrance, drawing the flat part of his tongue across it slowly and then circling it with the tip, before plunging it inside. The moment he did, I cried out, "Oh Fuck!"

Justin fucked me with his tongue for a couple of minutes and then traced my entrance with the tip of his tongue once more. Then he quickly climbed up on the bed, grabbed lube and a condom from his bedside table, sheathed his cock, slicked it with lube, and started pushing his enormous erection inside me. The pain was excruciating at first. But when Justin saw my face tense up, he stopped moving, watching me closely, waiting for me to relax. Once I had, he thrust all the way in, but slowly. I remembered that one of the hustlers in my building told me, when I'd asked him (at 14) whether the first time hurt, that I should push out during, that that made it less painful. So as Justin thrust inside me, that's exactly what I did. He slid all the way in after that and moaned a deep body moan when we were fully joined.

Then he pulled almost all the way out and pushed all the way back in, though slow at first. As he inched inside me, I felt the most incredible feeling. I started panting. Justin continued to pull almost all the way out and thrust back in. Every time he did that I felt that same delicious feeling, until my body hummed electric.

Justin was breathing heavy the entire time, but suddenly, he moaned, "You feel so…fucking…perfect, so…tight, almost as if…"

His eyes shot open.

Then he stopped moving mid-thrust and cried out, "Oh God! You're a virgin?"

I smiled shyly and shook my head. "Not anymore."

His voice was now filled with deep concern. He asked, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?

I assured him, "Yes, I'm okay, and no you didn't hurt me, not much anyway. You're a gentle person."

Justin huffed a laugh. "Not always."

In a half-growl, I pleaded, "Fuck me, Justin. Fuck me hard and fast."

I couldn't help but smile at the strangled moan my words elicited. Then he obliged. He rotated his hips as he thrust and kept rubbing up against my sweet spot until I moaned a deep body moan. My cock erupted, and my ass clamped down onto his cock. Justin threw back his head and cried out, "Oh God! Oh Fuck! Brian!"

He said that last part in a husky whisper that I found so sexy. He laid his head on my chest, part that was not covered in my cum, and rubbed it gently with his cheek. Then he pulled out, disposed of the condom, and wiped my chest off with a warm wet cloth. When he crawled into bed beside me, I pulled him on top of me and brushed my lips against his. Then I thrust my tongue into his mouth, kissing him passionately. I kissed him forcefully, confidently, but I wasn't sure whether I was doing it right, not at first. But when he kissed me back with equal vigor, slipping his hands under my head and pulling me closer, kissing me deeper, it felt so right, so perfect. After a few moments of frantically making out, I broke our kiss and whispered, "You're mine now, Justin. All mine."