I slammed the locker shut and turned around to find him staring. Tall, broad shoulders still glistening from the shower, towel slung low on his hips like he didn’t give a fuck who saw the thick outline of his cock. He was the kind of guy who walked around the gym like he owned the place, and tonight the place was empty except for us.
“You keep looking,” he said, voice low and rough. “You gonna do something about it or just stand there with your dick getting hard in those shorts?”
My mouth went dry. I dropped my own towel and stepped closer. “Shut the fuck up and show me what you got.”
He grinned, yanked his towel off, and let that fat cock spring free. It was heavy, veined, already half-hard and curving up toward his abs. I reached out and wrapped my fist around it, giving one slow stroke from root to tip. He hissed and thrust into my grip.
“Fuck yeah, grip it tighter,” he growled. I did, pumping him while my other hand cupped his balls, rolling them, feeling how full they were. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a hard kiss, tongues fighting, teeth scraping. When he broke away he shoved me to my knees on the cold tile.
“Suck it,” he ordered.
I opened wide and took him deep on the first try. The head stretched my lips and hit the back of my throat. I gagged once, eyes watering, but kept going, bobbing fast and sloppy, spit running down his shaft and dripping off my chin. He fucked my face in short thrusts, hands fisted in my hair.
“Take it all, you dirty cocksucker. That’s it, swallow around me.”
I pulled off long enough to lick his balls, sucking one then the other into my mouth while I jerked his cock. Pre-cum leaked steadily from the slit and I smeared it over the head with my thumb before diving back down. He tasted salty and clean and fucking perfect.
He hauled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the wooden bench. A bottle of lube appeared from his bag like magic. Cold slick fingers pushed between my cheeks and found my hole, rubbing, teasing, then shoving two inside without warning. I grunted and pushed back, riding his fingers while he stretched me open.
“Gonna fuck this tight ass raw,” he muttered, adding a third finger and scissoring them. “You want that load deep inside you?”
“Fuck yes,” I panted. “Give it to me.”
He lined up and pushed in slow at first, letting me feel every thick inch. Once he bottomed out he started pounding, hips slapping against my ass, the bench creaking under us. Each thrust knocked the air out of me and made my own cock swing and leak onto the floor. He reached around and grabbed my dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“Jerk yourself while I wreck you,” he said.
“Come on my cock.”
I did, fist flying over my shaft, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the locker room along with our grunts and curses. He angled deeper, nailing my prostate on every stroke until my vision blurred. My balls tightened and I shot hard, ropes of cum splattering the bench and floor while my ass clenched around him.
He didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, chasing his own orgasm, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a long, low groan. I felt every pulse, hot and thick, flooding my hole until it leaked out around his cock and ran down my thighs.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. When he finally pulled out I felt empty and used in the best way. He turned me around, kissed me slower this time, and smirked.
“Same time tomorrow?” he asked.
I nodded, already knowing I’d be back for more.
