I was scrolling through Nifty Gay Porn Stories one night when my cock got so hard it hurt. The latest one was about two guys in a gym locker room, one dropping to his knees and sucking the other off without a word. I read every filthy line, my hand already down my shorts, jerking slow and rough. By the end my load was all over my stomach and I knew I had to make it real.
The next day I hit the gym hard, legs and chest until I was sweating and pumped. I stripped in the locker room, letting my dick hang heavy as I peeled off my shorts. A tall, thick guy with dark hair and a beard was two lockers down. He glanced over, eyes dropping straight to my cock. I didn't look away. I just stood there, letting him see.
He stepped closer. "You into it raw?" he asked, voice low.
"Yeah," I said. "No bullshit."
He grabbed my balls, squeezed hard, then wrapped his fist around my shaft and stroked once, twice. "Suck it," he ordered.
I dropped right there on the bench. His cock was thick and veined, already leaking. I opened wide and took him deep, tongue flat, throat working. He fucked my mouth slow at first, then harder, hips snapping while he held my head. Spit ran down my chin. I gagged and kept going because that's what the stories always did.
He pulled out, yanked me up, and spun me around. "Bend over." I braced on the bench. He spat on my hole, rubbed it in with two fingers, then lined up and pushed. The stretch burned good. He buried every inch in one thrust and started pounding. Skin slapped loud. My cock swung under me, dripping.
"Fuck, tighter than the stories," he grunted, slamming in deep. He reached around and jerked me in time with his thrusts.
I pushed back, taking it all, moaning like the guys in those Nifty Gay Porn Stories I jerked off to every night.
He flipped me onto my back on the bench, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. He fucked faster, balls slapping my ass, until he growled and unloaded inside me, hot and thick. I came right after, shooting across my own stomach while he kept pumping through his orgasm.
We stayed locked together a minute, breathing hard. He pulled out slow, cum leaking down my crack. "Same time tomorrow," he said, wiping his cock on my thigh.
I nodded, already thinking about the next Nifty Gay Porn Stories entry I'd write in my head while I waited.
