I spotted him in the gym showers, water running down his back, and I knew right away I wanted that big gay cock inside me. He turned around and there it was, hanging heavy and thick even soft, veins pulsing along the shaft, the head fat and pink. My own dick twitched just looking at it. He caught me staring and smirked, stepping closer without a word.
"Like what you see?" he asked, voice low and rough. I nodded, dropping to my knees on the wet tile. His cock started swelling right in front of my face, growing longer and fatter until it pointed straight at my mouth, easily nine inches and thick as my wrist. I wrapped both hands around the base and still had room to stroke. The heat coming off it was intense. I licked the head first, tasting the salt of his skin, then opened wide and took as much as I could.
He groaned and pushed forward, feeding me more of that big gay cock.
My jaw stretched, spit dripping down my chin as I bobbed on him. He grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my throat in short, steady thrusts. Gagging noises filled the shower. Tears ran down my cheeks but I didn't pull back. I wanted it all. He pulled out after a minute, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening shaft.
"Turn around," he ordered. I stood and braced against the wall, spreading my legs. He spat on my hole and rubbed the fat head of his cock against it, teasing the entrance. Then he pushed. The stretch burned at first, that thick crown popping past my ring and sliding deeper. Inch after inch of hard, veiny meat filled me up until his balls pressed against me. I was stuffed full, my ass gripping every ridge and vein.
He started pounding right away, no slow buildup, just raw, dirty thrusts that made my cheeks slap against his hips. Each time he bottomed out it knocked the air from my lungs. My own cock bounced untouched, leaking onto the floor. He reached around and grabbed it, jerking me in time with his strokes while he growled in my ear about how tight I was around his big gay cock.
We moved to the bench outside the showers. I climbed on top and sank down again, riding him hard. My thighs burned but I kept bouncing, taking that massive dick balls-deep on every drop. He slapped my ass and told me to go faster. Cum was already leaking from my slit. He thrust up to meet me, the wet sounds of my hole getting wrecked echoing in the locker room.
He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drilled in even deeper. The angle let him grind against my prostate with every thrust. I came first, shooting ropes across my chest without touching myself. My ass clenched around him and he followed right after, pumping thick loads deep inside me until it overflowed and ran down my crack.
We didn't stop there. He stayed hard and flipped me again, bending me over the bench for another round of rough, pounding sex. His big gay cock stayed buried in me until we were both spent and dripping. By the time we cleaned up, my hole was sore and used, exactly the way I wanted it.
