I spotted him across the bar, all broad shoulders and hungry eyes, and I knew right then I wanted his cock in my ass. We skipped the small talk after the first drink. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the alley, then into his truck. The drive to his place was short and silent except for his hand rubbing my thigh, squeezing hard.
Inside his apartment he shoved me against the wall and kissed me rough, tongue pushing deep while his hands yanked my jeans down. My cock was already hard, but he ignored it. He spun me around, bent me over the kitchen table, and spit on his fingers. Two thick digits shoved straight into my hole, stretching me fast and dirty.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growled. He pulled his fingers out, unzipped, and pressed the fat head of his cock against my entrance. No slow tease. He drove in with one hard thrust, burying every inch of that veiny shaft deep in my ass. I grunted loud, the burn mixing with the stretch until my hole clenched around him.
He started pounding right away, hips slapping my cheeks with every stroke. His cock felt massive, dragging over my prostate on each pull back and slamming home again. I braced on the table, pushing back to take him deeper. "Yeah, fuck that ass," I said, voice raw. "Give me every inch."
He grabbed my hips and railed harder, the table scraping across the floor. Sweat dripped down my back. His balls slapped my taint with loud, wet sounds. Every thrust made my own cock leak onto the floor. He reached around, wrapped a fist around my shaft, and jerked me in time with his fucking.
We moved to the couch next. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap, facing away. I sank down on his cock again, taking it all until my ass cheeks rested on his thighs. I rode him fast, bouncing and grinding, feeling that thick meat spear me open over and over. He smacked my ass, left red handprints, and told me to fuck myself on his cock like the slut I was.
I leaned forward, hands on his knees, and worked my hole up and down his length. The angle let him hit that spot inside me that made my legs shake. Pre-cum dripped from my cock in strings. He thrust up to meet me, pounding from below until the slap of skin filled the room.
He flipped me onto my back on the couch, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. This position let him go even deeper. His cock bottomed out with every thrust, stretching my rim wide. I reached down and spread my cheeks for him, giving him full access. "Harder," I begged. "Fuck my ass like you own it."
He did. Sweat ran down his chest onto me. His breathing turned ragged. He pounded without mercy, the headboard banging the wall. My prostate was swollen and sensitive from the constant pounding. Every slam sent sparks through my whole body. My cock throbbed untouched between us, close to the edge.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto all fours again, and slammed back in. One hand fisted my hair, the other reached under to stroke my cock in short, rough pulls. "Gonna fill this ass," he said. His thrusts turned erratic. I felt his cock swell, then pulse hard as he unloaded deep inside me. Hot spurts flooded my hole, leaking out around his shaft with each final thrust.
That pushed me over. My cock jerked in his hand and shot thick ropes across the couch cushion. My ass clenched tight around him, milking every drop. We stayed locked together, breathing heavy, his cock still twitching inside my well-fucked hole.
He eased out slowly. Cum trickled down my thighs. I stayed on all fours a minute, hole gaping and used, feeling the satisfying ache. He pulled me up, kissed me slower this time, and led me to the shower. Under the hot water he soaped my ass gently, fingers sliding back inside to clean me, then turned me around and let me return the favor.
Later we lay on the bed, his arm around me. My ass still throbbed from the pounding, but the soreness felt good. I knew I'd be back for more. He already had his hand between my cheeks again, teasing my rim with one finger. Round two was coming, and I was ready to take his cock in my ass all night.
