Mark pushed open the heavy door to the backroom and the smell of sweat and sex hit him hard. The guy from the bar was already there, leaning against the wall with his shirt off, jeans unzipped, thick cock half-hard in his fist. No names, no bullshit. Just the way Mark wanted it.
Get over here, the stranger growled, stroking himself slow. Mark dropped to his knees without a word. He wrapped his lips around the head and sucked hard, taking the full length down his throat in one go. The guy groaned and grabbed Marks hair, thrusting deep. Spit ran down Marks chin as he gagged on the fat dick, but he kept swallowing, tongue working the underside.
Fuck yeah, suck that cock, the man said, voice rough. He pulled Mark off, spun him around, and yanked his pants down to his ankles. Two fingers shoved straight into Marks hole, no lube, just spit and force. Mark hissed but pushed back, taking them to the knuckle. The stranger finger-fucked him fast and dirty until Marks cock was leaking onto the floor.
Then the real thing. The guy spat on his cock, lined up, and slammed inside in one brutal thrust. Marks hole stretched wide around the thick shaft. He grunted and braced his hands on the wall while the stranger pounded him, balls slapping, hips snapping hard. Every stroke went balls-deep, stretching him open.
Take it, you dirty fuck, the man snarled, gripping Marks hips and ramming harder. Mark reached down and jerked his own cock in time with the thrusts. The room filled with the wet sound of skin on skin and heavy breathing. Sweat dripped down Marks back. He felt the guys cock swell even thicker inside him.
The stranger pulled out, flipped Mark onto his back on the old couch, and shoved back in. Marks legs went over the guys shoulders. The angle hit his prostate dead-on. Mark moaned loud, stroking faster. The man leaned down and spat in his mouth. Mark swallowed it and kept jerking.
Gonna breed this hole, the stranger warned. He hammered faster, short brutal strokes, then buried himself to the root and came hard. Hot cum flooded Marks ass, pulse after pulse.
The feeling pushed Mark over the edge. He shot thick ropes across his own chest and stomach, hole clenching around the cock still buried inside him.
They stayed locked together a minute, breathing heavy. The stranger pulled out slow, cum leaking down Marks crack. He wiped his dick on Marks thigh, zipped up, and walked out without another word. Mark lay there, ass sore and dripping, cock still twitching, already thinking about the next time hed come looking for a free erotic gay sex story like this one turned real.
