The bar was a shithole on the edge of town, all sticky floors and cheap beer. I spotted him the second he walked in. Tall, broad shoulders, grease under his fingernails from whatever job he did. He looked at me once, nodded, and came over. No small talk. He leaned in close and said, "You look like you need a cock in your ass tonight." My dick twitched right there in my jeans.
We didn't waste time. He drove us to an abandoned warehouse a few blocks away. The door slammed behind us and he shoved me against a stack of pallets. "Strip," he growled. I yanked my shirt off, kicked my boots away, and dropped my pants. My cock sprang up, already leaking. He stared at it, licked his lips, then grabbed my balls hard. "Nice piece. But tonight you're taking mine."
He pushed me to my knees. His zipper came down and out flopped a thick, veiny cock, half-hard and already dripping. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked. He tasted like sweat and salt. He grabbed my hair and thrust deep, choking me on every inch until my eyes watered. "Suck it like you mean it, faggot," he snarled. I did, gagging, spit running down my chin while he face-fucked me raw.
After a minute he hauled me up, spun me around, and bent me over a crate. No lube, just spit on his fingers shoved into my hole. Two at first, then three, stretching me open while I grunted. "Tight little ass. Gonna wreck it." He lined up and shoved his cock straight in. One brutal thrust and he was balls deep. I yelled from the burn but pushed back for more. He started pounding, hips slapping my ass, every stroke hitting deep.
"Fuck yeah, take that dick," he grunted. His hands dug into my hips, pulling me back onto him. Sweat dripped off both of us. He reached around and jerked my cock in time with his thrusts. I was moaning like a whore, begging for it harder. He gave it to me, slamming so the whole crate shook. My hole clenched around him every time he bottomed out.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the dirty floor, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. Then he drove back in. This angle let him nail my prostate dead on. My cock bounced against my stomach with every thrust. He leaned down and spat in my mouth. I swallowed it and he grinned.
"Dirty fucker. You love this."
We changed positions again. He sat on a barrel and pulled me onto his lap. I rode him hard, sinking down on that thick shaft over and over. My thighs burned but I kept going, grinding my ass in circles when I was fully impaled. He slapped my ass cheeks red and pinched my nipples until I hissed. Precum poured from my cock onto his stomach.
He stood up with me still impaled, carried me a few steps, and pressed me against the metal wall. My back scraped as he fucked upward like a machine. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the empty space. He was breathing hard, growling every time my hole squeezed him. "Gonna flood your guts," he warned.
I shot first. My cock erupted without warning, spraying ropes across his chest and my own abs. My ass clamped down tight. That pushed him over. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, hot cum pumping deep inside me in thick pulses. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper until it started leaking out around his cock.
We stayed like that, breathing heavy, his dick still twitching in my ass. When he finally pulled out, cum ran down my thighs. He wiped some on his fingers and fed it to me. I licked them clean. He smirked, already getting hard again.
"Round two. On your back this time. And don't you dare close your legs."
