I walked into the gym late that night knowing exactly what I wanted. The place was almost empty, just the way I liked it. Sweat still clung to my skin from the weights, my tank top soaked through, shorts riding up my thighs. I headed straight for the showers, but stopped when I saw him at the lockers. Tall, built, shaved head, thick arms covered in ink. He was peeling off his shirt, revealing a hairy chest and a bulge that already looked half-hard in his jock.
He caught me staring. "You need something?" His voice was low and rough.
"Yeah. Your cock in my mouth," I said, not wasting time. I dropped my bag and stepped closer. He grinned, shoved his shorts down, and his dick sprang out thick and veined, already leaking at the tip. I got on my knees right there on the cold tile, grabbed the base, and swallowed him down in one go. He tasted salty from sweat, heavy on my tongue. I gagged but kept going, bobbing fast, spit running down his balls while he grabbed my hair and fucked my throat.
"Shit, that's it. Suck it like you mean it," he growled. I did, hollowing my cheeks, letting him thrust until my nose hit his pubes. My own dick strained in my shorts, leaking a wet spot.
He pulled me up, spun me around, and yanked my shorts down. "Bend over." I braced against the lockers. He spit on my hole, rubbed it in with two thick fingers, then lined up and pushed his cock straight in. No slow stretch, just the burn of him splitting me open. I groaned loud as he bottomed out, balls slapping my ass.
He fucked me hard and fast, hips snapping, each thrust shoving me forward. The lockers rattled. "Tight fucking hole," he grunted, one hand on my shoulder, the other reaching around to jerk my cock in time with his strokes. Precum dripped from me onto the floor. I pushed back, meeting every slam, feeling his dick grind deep against my prostate.
"Harder," I begged. He gave it to me, pounding until my legs shook. Sweat dripped off both of us. He reached around, pinched my nipples, then grabbed my hips with both hands and railed me like he owned the place. My ass clenched around him every time he pulled out to the head and drove back in.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the bench, and shoved back inside. Missionary now, legs over his shoulders, his cock drilling me at a new angle that made me see stars. "Jerk yourself," he ordered. I stroked my dick fast, watching his abs flex, his face twisted in pleasure. "Gonna fill you up."
"Do it," I said. He slammed in one last time, buried to the hilt, and came with a grunt, hot pulses flooding my guts. Feeling him unload set me off. I shot thick ropes across my chest and stomach, some hitting my chin. He kept thrusting through it, milking every drop into me until he finally slowed and pulled out.
Cum leaked from my stretched hole onto the bench. He wiped his dick on my thigh, then leaned down and licked a stripe of my load off my chest. "Same time tomorrow?" he asked.
I nodded, already knowing I'd be back for more raw dick. We cleaned up quick, but the ache in my ass lasted the whole walk home.
