I walked into the gym locker room late at night, sweat still dripping from my chest after a brutal workout. The place was nearly empty, just the hum of the vents and the faint smell of soap. Then I saw him. He stood by the benches, towel slung low, his cock already half-hard and hanging heavy, thick as a wrist and easily ten inches even soft. It swung with every move he made, veins pulsing along the shaft. My mouth went dry.
He caught me staring. "You like that big cock, don't you?" he said, voice low and rough. No bullshit, just straight to it.
I nodded, stepping closer. "Fuck yes. Show me more." He dropped the towel, and that monster sprang up, rock hard, the head fat and glistening. I grabbed it with both hands, feeling the heat and weight. It throbbed in my grip, too thick for my fingers to meet.
I sank to my knees right there on the cold tile. My tongue licked from the base to the tip, tasting salt and skin. I opened wide and took the head in, stretching my lips around that massive girth. He groaned and pushed forward, feeding me inch after inch until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged but kept going, saliva dripping down my chin as I sucked him deep. He grabbed my hair and started thrusting, fucking my face with that huge dick, balls slapping my chin.
"Take it all, you hungry slut," he growled. I moaned around the shaft, eyes watering, throat working to swallow more. My own cock strained in my shorts, leaking just from the feel of him stretching my mouth. He pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting us. "Get up. Bend over."
I stripped fast and turned, hands on the bench. He spat on his cock, rubbed the head against my hole, and pushed. The stretch burned like fire at first, that thick crown forcing me open. I pushed back, breathing through it until he sank in halfway. "Goddamn, you're tight," he said, then slammed the rest home. My ass clenched around every inch, filled completely, his heavy balls pressed against me.
He fucked me hard and steady, that big cock pounding deep with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. He reached around and stroked my dick in time, rough and fast. I begged for more, pushing back to take every thick inch. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the bench, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. Then he drove back in, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur.
Sweat poured off us. He leaned down and kissed me messy, tongues tangling while he kept pounding. His cock felt even bigger at this angle, dragging against my prostate with every stroke. I came first, shooting across my stomach without touching myself, ass squeezing him tight. He didn't stop. He fucked me through it, using my hole until his rhythm broke and he buried himself to the hilt, flooding me with hot, thick loads.
We stayed locked like that, breathing hard. He pulled out slow, cum leaking down my thighs. "Round two in the shower?" he asked, already half-hard again. I grinned and followed him, ready for more of that massive cock.
