I was scrolling through free gay sex stories on line late one night when my cock got rock hard from a tale about a guy getting bent over in a bar bathroom. The words hit me straight: raw sucking, balls-deep fucking, cum dripping down thighs. I jerked off twice reading it, but it wasn't enough. I needed the real thing.
I threw on jeans and a tight t-shirt, no underwear, and headed to the dive bar down the block. The place was half empty, but one guy at the end of the bar caught my eye. Tall, thick arms, stubble, watching me like he knew what I wanted. I walked over, bought him a beer, and said it plain. "I read some free gay sex stories on line tonight. Made me want a stranger to use my mouth and hole."
He didn't smile. Just grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the back hallway. The bathroom door slammed behind us. He shoved me against the sink, yanked my jeans down, and spat on his fingers. Two thick digits pushed straight into my ass, stretching me fast and rough. "This what those stories got you craving?" he growled, twisting them deep until I moaned.
I dropped to my knees on the dirty tile. His cock was already out, thick and veined, leaking at the tip. I sucked it down greedy, gagging when he grabbed my head and fucked my throat. Spit ran down my chin onto my chest. He pulled out, flipped me around, and pressed the head of his dick against my hole. No slow push. One hard thrust and he was buried balls-deep, pounding me so the sink rattled.
He fucked like the stories I read: fast, dirty, no mercy.
His hips slapped my ass with every stroke, his balls swinging against me. I reached down and stroked my own cock in time, precum slicking my fist. "Harder," I grunted. He slammed in deeper, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other reaching around to pinch my nipple hard. My hole clenched around him, milking every inch.
He pulled out, spun me, and pushed me to my knees again. I opened my mouth wide as he stroked his cock over my tongue. Thick ropes of cum shot across my face and down my throat. I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping onto my shirt. He hauled me up, bent me back over the sink, and shoved back inside. Three more brutal thrusts and he unloaded again, filling my ass until it leaked out around his shaft.
We cleaned up quick, no names exchanged. Back at the bar he bought me another drink. I went home with his load still inside me, sat at my computer, and typed the whole thing into a new post for the next guy looking for free gay sex stories on line. My ass ached in the best way, ready for round two whenever the next stranger answered.
