I walked into the bar already hard, knowing exactly what I wanted. The backroom was dark and smelled like sweat, cum, and cheap lube. Guys were standing around, some stroking themselves through their jeans, eyes scanning for a willing mouth. I zeroed in on the tall, muscular guy leaning against the wall. His bulge was obvious, thick and heavy down his left leg.
I didn’t say a word. I just walked up, dropped to my knees on the sticky floor, and reached for his zipper. He smirked and let me pull his cock out. It was big, veiny, already half-hard, with a fat head that glistened at the tip. I wrapped my hand around the base and licked a slow stripe up the underside, tasting salt and skin.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “Suck it.”
I opened wide and took the head into my mouth, sucking hard right away. No teasing. I wanted dick down my throat. My lips stretched around his girth as I pushed forward, letting him slide deeper. Spit started dripping from the corners of my mouth almost immediately. I bobbed fast, taking more each time until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes and his balls touched my chin.
He grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting. Short, rough pumps that made me gag, but I didn’t pull back. I relaxed my throat and let him fuck my face. Thick strands of spit ran down his shaft and onto my shirt. Every time he pulled out I gasped for air, then opened up again for more.
“Take it all, cocksucker,” he growled.
I moaned around his dick, the sound muffled and wet. My own cock was straining in my pants, untouched. I reached down and squeezed myself while he used my mouth. He was getting harder, swelling even bigger, the head punching the back of my throat with every thrust.
Another guy stepped closer, watching. I glanced up without stopping. The first guy noticed and pulled out, slapping his wet cock against my cheek.
“Want another one?” he asked.
I nodded, spit running down my chin. The second guy unzipped and pulled out a shorter but thicker cock, curved upward. I turned and swallowed him next, sucking greedily. He tasted different, muskier. I worked my tongue under the head while jerking the first guy with my hand, keeping both cocks busy.
The backroom filled with the sounds of sloppy sucking and low moans. I switched back and forth, sucking one then the other, letting them take turns fucking my throat. My jaw ached, my eyes watered, but I kept going. Every time one of them pushed deep I swallowed around the shaft, milking it.
The thick one came first. He held my head and unloaded straight down my throat, hot pulses of cum that I gulped without spilling a drop. The taste was sharp and salty. He pulled out and smeared the last drops across my lips.
The tall guy took over again. He shoved back in, harder now, chasing his own orgasm. I relaxed completely and let him pound my throat. When he came he stayed buried, flooding my mouth until cum leaked out around his shaft. I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping onto the floor.
I stayed on my knees, breathing hard, face messy with spit and cum. Another guy moved in front of me, already stroking. I opened my mouth again without hesitation.
This was what I came for. Raw, dirty, no names, just cock after cock using my throat until I couldn’t think straight. I sucked until my knees hurt and my voice was hoarse. By the time I left the backroom my shirt was soaked and my belly felt full. I knew I’d be back the next night for more.
