I spotted him at the end of the bar, nursing a beer and staring straight at my crotch. He was built thick, with stubble and arms that strained his black t-shirt. No small talk needed. I walked over, leaned in, and said, "You want to fuck?"
He nodded once.
"Back alley. Now."
We slipped out the side door into the humid night. The alley was dark, lit only by a flickering streetlight. He shoved me against the brick wall, his hand already palming my cock through my jeans. "Pull it out," he growled.
I unzipped him first. His cock was heavy, veined, and half-hard already. I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft and stroked once, feeling it swell to full size. Pre-cum leaked from the slit. I dropped to my knees on the dirty pavement, opened my mouth, and took the head in. He tasted salty and hot. I sucked hard, pushing forward until my nose pressed into his pubes. He grabbed my hair and started thrusting, fucking my throat in short, rough strokes.
"Choke on it," he said. Spit ran down my chin as I gagged around his dick. He pulled out, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cockhead. "Turn around. Pants down."
I stood, unbuckled, and shoved my jeans and underwear to my ankles. The night air hit my bare ass. He kicked my feet apart and spat into his hand. Two thick fingers pushed straight into my hole, no warning, twisting and stretching. I grunted at the burn. He worked them deep, then pulled them out and replaced them with his cock. The head pressed against my ring and shoved in.
"Fuck," I hissed. He was big. He didn't stop until his balls rested against me. Then he started pounding. Each thrust slammed me into the wall. Skin slapped skin. His cock dragged over my prostate on every stroke, making my own dick leak against the bricks. He reached around and grabbed my shaft, jerking me in time with his hips.
"Take that dick," he muttered, voice low and filthy. "Your ass is so fucking tight." He pulled almost all the way out, then rammed back in, over and over. Sweat dripped from him onto my back. I pushed back to meet him, wanting it deeper. He spat on my hole again mid-fuck, adding more slick, and sped up.
My legs shook. He bent me lower, hands on my shoulders, and drilled straight down. The angle made me moan loud. Anyone could have walked by and seen us, but neither of us cared. All that mattered was his cock stretching my ass and the wet sound of him fucking me raw.
He pulled out suddenly. "On your back." I kicked my jeans off one leg and lay on the ground. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and sank back in. From this angle he went even deeper. He leaned forward, pinning me, and hammered hard. His balls slapped my ass with every thrust. I reached down and stroked my own cock fast, matching his rhythm.
"Gonna fill you up," he warned. His breathing turned ragged. He fucked like a machine, short and brutal strokes that made my hole clench around him. I came first, shooting ropes across my stomach and chest while he kept pounding through it. My ass squeezed him tight.
He groaned, pushed in to the root, and unloaded. I felt every pulse of his hot cum flooding my guts. He stayed buried, grinding slow as he emptied. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down my crack onto the pavement.
We stayed there a minute, breathing hard. He tucked his cock away, wiped his hand on his jeans, and looked at me. "Same time next week?"
I nodded, still catching my breath. My ass felt used and slick. He walked off without another word. I pulled my pants up, feeling his load shift inside me with every step back to the street. That raw fuck was exactly what I'd come out looking for.
