He spotted me across the crowded bar, eyes locked on my crotch like he already knew what he wanted. I downed my beer and nodded toward the side door. He followed without a word, tall and broad, jeans tight over a thick bulge. We slipped into the alley behind the place, the night air cool but my skin burning.
"Get over here," he growled, pushing me against the brick wall. His hand went straight to my cock, squeezing hard through my pants. "Been watching you all night. Bet this dick's ready to pound something."
I yanked his zipper down and hauled out his cock. It was heavy, veined, already leaking at the tip. I spit on my palm and started stroking him rough, thumb dragging over the head. "Fuck yeah, stroke that thing," he muttered, hips thrusting into my fist. He mirrored me, yanking my pants open and wrapping his big hand around my shaft, pumping fast and tight.
We stood there jerking each other off in the shadows, grunting like animals. Pre-cum made everything slick.
I could smell his sweat and the beer on his breath when he leaned in and bit my neck. "Turn around," he ordered. I spun and braced my hands on the wall, kicking my legs apart. He spit on his fingers and shoved two straight into my ass, working them deep and scissoring hard.
"Goddamn, you're tight," he said, voice low and filthy. "Gonna stretch this hole open." He added a third finger, fucking me with them until I was pushing back, moaning for more. Then he pulled out, lined up his thick cock, and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust.
I gasped as he started pounding me, hips slapping against my ass. Each stroke hit deep, his cock dragging over my prostate and making my own dick twitch and drip. He grabbed my hips and fucked harder, the wet sound of skin on skin echoing in the alley. "Take it, slut," he rasped. "Love getting railed like this, don't you?"
I reached down and jerked myself in time with his thrusts. My balls tightened fast. "Harder," I demanded. He obliged, slamming into me so the wall scraped my palms. Sweat ran down my back. He reached around and twisted my nipple, then wrapped his fist around my cock and stroked me rough while he buried himself over and over.
"Coming," I warned, and shot thick ropes across the bricks, my ass clenching around him. That pushed him over. He groaned loud, drove in one last time, and flooded my hole with hot cum, pulse after pulse until it leaked out around his shaft.
He stayed buried for a minute, breathing heavy, then pulled out slow. Cum trickled down my thigh. We both tucked away, wiped our hands on our jeans, and headed back inside without names or numbers. Just the way I like it.
