The bar was loud and the guy was staring. I caught his eye across the room, thick shoulders under a black tee, beard trimmed short, and the kind of hungry look that said he already knew what he wanted. I finished my drink and walked over. Ten minutes later we were in the back of a cab heading to his place, my hand already rubbing the hard bulge in his jeans while he growled low in my ear about how he was gonna wreck me.
His apartment door barely shut before he shoved me against it. Strip, he ordered. I peeled off my shirt and dropped my pants, cock already half-hard and leaking. He didnt bother with his own clothes at first. He just spun me around, kicked my feet apart, and ran a rough palm down my spine until he reached my ass. Two thick fingers pushed straight between my cheeks and found my hole.
Fuck, youre tight, he muttered, working one finger in dry until I grunted. He spat on his hand and added a second, stretching me open with quick, filthy thrusts. Gonna open this bottom cunt up nice and wide.
I pushed back on his fingers, already aching for more.
He laughed, low and dirty, then yanked his belt open. The sound of his zipper made my hole twitch. He pulled his cock outthick, veined, already drippingand slapped it against my ass cheeks a few times before lining up.
No lube except spit. He pressed the fat head against my hole and shoved. I groaned loud as he sank in, the burn sharp and perfect. He didnt stop until his balls rested against me, buried to the hilt in one long thrust. Thats it, take every inch like the greedy bottom you are.
He fucked me right there against the door, hard and fast, each stroke pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. My forehead pressed to the wood, hands flat, ass pushed out to meet him. Every time he bottomed out I felt my own cock jerk and drip onto the floor. He reached around and grabbed my balls, tugging them while he pounded.
Tell me how bad you need this dick, he demanded.
Need it deep, I gasped. Fuck my hole raw, man. Use me.
He pulled out, spun me, and walked me backward to the couch. I landed on my knees over the armrest, ass up. He dropped behind me, spread my cheeks, and buried his tongue in my stretched hole, licking and spitting until I was sloppy wet. Then he was back inside me, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin loud in the room.
He reached under and stroked my cock in time with his thrusts, thumb rubbing over the head. Youre gonna come with my load in you, he said. Gonna feel me pump this ass full.
I was close already, hole fluttering around his thick shaft. He picked up the pace, grunting with every thrust, balls swinging heavy against mine. When he came he shoved in deep and stayed there, cock pulsing as he filled me. The heat of it pushed me over. I shot hard across the couch cushion, hole clenching around him while he kept grinding through his orgasm.
He didnt pull out right away. He stayed buried, slowly softening inside me, one hand rubbing my lower back. When he finally slid free a thick trickle of cum ran down my thigh. He scooped it up with two fingers and pushed it back into my hole.
Round two in ten minutes, he said, voice rough. Im not done using this ass tonight.
I stayed bent over the couch, catching my breath, already pushing back against his fingers as they worked his load deeper. The night was just getting started.
