I spotted him the second he walked into the bar, all broad shoulders and thick thighs stuffed into faded jeans. He caught me staring and smirked, then nodded toward the back hallway like he already knew what I wanted. I followed without a word. The door clicked shut behind us and he shoved me against the wall, his mouth on mine, tongue pushing in deep while his hand grabbed my crotch and squeezed hard.
“Been reading those nifty gay erotic stories all day,” he growled against my lips. “Now I want the real thing. Get on your knees.”
I dropped fast, yanking his belt open. His cock sprang out, heavy and veined, already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked, tasting salt and skin. He grabbed my hair and thrust deeper, fucking my throat in short, rough strokes until I gagged and spit ran down my chin. “Yeah, choke on it,” he said. “Take every inch like the hungry slut you are.”
He pulled me up, spun me around, and yanked my pants down to my ankles. One thick finger pushed between my cheeks, rubbing my hole before shoving inside dry. I hissed at the burn but pushed back anyway. He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and lined up. No slow tease. He drove in balls-deep in one thrust, stretching me open so fast it hurt. I groaned loud while he started pounding, hips slapping against my ass with every stroke.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, one hand on my shoulder, the other reaching around to jerk my cock in time with his thrusts. “Gonna breed this hole raw. You want that load, don’t you?”
I nodded, pushing back to meet every slam. The room smelled like sweat and sex. His balls slapped against me, heavy and full. He changed angle and nailed my prostate over and over until my legs shook. Pre-cum dripped from my cock onto the floor. He leaned in, teeth on my neck. “Tell me you want it.”
“Fill me up,” I rasped. “Pump that cum deep.”
He growled and picked up speed, fucking me like a machine. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out filled the room. I felt him swell, then he buried himself to the hilt and shot hard, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding my guts. He kept grinding while he emptied, making sure every drop stayed inside. Only when he was done did he ease out, watching his load leak down my thigh.
He spun me back around, dropped to his knees, and swallowed my cock in one go. Two rough sucks and I exploded down his throat, hips jerking while he swallowed every spurt. When he stood, he wiped his mouth and grinned.
“Same time next week,” he said, tucking his cock away.
“Bring a friend if you want it double.”
I straightened my clothes, feeling his cum still trickling out of me, and walked back into the bar with a satisfied ache that would last for days.
