I walked into the dive bar on a Tuesday night knowing exactly what I wanted, even if I had never said it out loud. The place smelled like spilled beer and sweat. Behind the counter, the barback was stacking crates, arms flexing under a tight black tank. Thick shoulders, short dark hair, a tattoo crawling up his neck. He caught me staring and smirked.
“New here?” he asked, voice low and rough.
“Yeah,” I said. My mouth was dry. “First time.”
He wiped his hands on a rag and leaned over the bar. “Name’s Derek. You look like you need something stronger than a beer.”
I told him my name. He poured me a shot, slid it across, and his fingers brushed mine. The touch shot straight to my cock.
I downed the shot and he watched my throat work.
“Stockroom’s through that door,” he said, nodding toward the back. “If you’re curious.”
I didn’t answer. I just stood up and walked. He followed a minute later, locking the door behind us. The room was small, shelves stacked with boxes, a single bulb swinging overhead. Derek pushed me against the wall the second the lock clicked.
“Been watching you stare at my arms all night,” he growled. His hand went straight to my crotch, squeezing my hardening dick through my jeans. “You want this cock, don’t you?”
I nodded, breathing hard. “First time with a guy.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He yanked my jeans open, shoved them down, and wrapped his fist around my shaft. “Gonna suck you first, then I’m bending you over and taking that ass.”
He dropped to his knees and swallowed me in one go. Hot, wet mouth, no hesitation. His tongue worked the underside while he sucked hard, one hand gripping my balls. I groaned and grabbed his hair. He pulled off, spit dripping down my cock.
“Tastes good,” he said. “Turn around.”
I faced the wall, hands flat against the cold concrete. He spread my ass cheeks and licked straight over my hole. The wet heat made me jerk. He ate me out rough, tongue pushing inside, then spit and worked a thick finger in. It burned, but I pushed back for more.
“Relax,” he muttered, adding a second finger. “Gonna open you up so I can fuck you proper.”
He stood, unzipped, and I heard the tear of a condom wrapper. Then the blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole. Thick. I gasped when he pushed in, slow at first, then one hard thrust that buried him halfway.
“Fuck,” I hissed. It hurt, but the stretch felt filthy and right.
Derek grabbed my hips and drove the rest of the way in. “Tight as hell. Virgin hole taking my dick like it was made for it.”
He started fucking me in short, deep strokes. Every thrust knocked me into the wall. Skin slapped. My cock swung heavy between my legs, leaking onto the floor. He reached around and stroked me in time with his thrusts.
“Say it,” he ordered. “Tell me you want it harder.”
“Harder,” I choked out. “Fuck me harder.”
He slammed in, balls slapping my ass. The pace turned brutal. Sweat dripped down my back. He grunted filthy shit in my ear—“taking that cock so good,” “gonna fill this hole,” “first time and you’re already a slut for it.” I pushed back, meeting every thrust, the burn turning into a deep, aching pleasure that made my balls tighten.
Derek pulled out, spun me around, and shoved me to my knees. He ripped the condom off and fed me his cock. I tasted lube and skin and sucked like I’d been starving for it. He fucked my mouth, hands in my hair, until he pulled back with a groan.
“Want it on your face or down your throat?”
“Face,” I said, voice wrecked.
He jerked once, twice, and shot thick ropes across my lips, cheek, and tongue. I swallowed what landed in my mouth and licked the rest off his fingers when he wiped it up.
He hauled me to my feet, spun me again, and jerked me off with his come-slick hand until I shot hard against the wall, legs shaking.
We stayed like that a minute, breathing heavy. Derek handed me a clean rag from a shelf.
“Back on the floor in five,” he said, smirking. “Or you can come back tomorrow night. Same time. I’ll fuck you on the bar next time.”
I pulled my jeans up, wiped my face, and nodded. My ass felt used and sore in the best way. I walked back out into the bar with his taste still on my tongue and already knew I’d be back.
