He walked into the bar like he owned the place, all broad shoulders and that tight black T-shirt stretched across his chest. I was already three beers in, horny as hell, and when our eyes locked I knew exactly what was going down. No small talk, no bullshit. He came straight over, leaned in, and growled, My place is five minutes away. You coming or what?
We barely made it through his front door before he shoved me against the wall and crushed his mouth to mine. Tongues fighting, teeth clacking. His hand went straight to my crotch, squeezing my already hard cock through my jeans. Fuck, youre packing, he muttered, yanking my zipper down. My dick sprang out and he wrapped his rough hand around it, stroking hard and fast from the base to the leaking head.
I grabbed his ass, pulling him closer so our cocks rubbed together. He was thick and heavy, bigger than mine. We stripped right there in the hallway, clothes flying. Naked, we stumbled into the living room. He pushed me down onto the couch, dropped to his knees, and swallowed my cock in one wet slide. No teasing. His mouth was hot and tight, sucking like he wanted to pull the cum straight out of my balls. I fucked his throat, hips snapping, watching my shaft disappear between his lips.
Get up, I ordered after a minute. He stood, dick bobbing, and I spun him around, bending him over the arm of the couch. His ass was firm and round, perfect. I spread his cheeks and spat on his hole, then shoved two fingers in without warning. He grunted but pushed back, taking them deep. More, he said. I added a third, pumping him open, getting him ready.
I lined up my cock and drove in. One long thrust until my balls slapped his ass. He was tight and burning hot inside. I didnt go slow. I fucked him hard, gripping his hips, pounding that hole like I owned it. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. He reached back and spread himself wider for me. Deeper, fucker. Wreck it.
I pulled out, flipped him onto his back on the couch, and shoved back in. Now I could watch his face while I railed him. His cock was rock hard against his stomach, leaking all over. I wrapped my hand around it and jerked him in time with my thrusts. Every time I bottomed out he moaned like a whore.
We switched positions again. He climbed on top, sank down on my cock, and rode me like he was trying to break it off. His ass clenched around me with every bounce. Sweat dripped down his chest. I slapped his ass hard, leaving red handprints. Ride that dick, I told him. He went faster, grinding his prostate against me on every downstroke.
I pushed him off, bent him over the coffee table, and took him from behind again. This angle let me go even deeper. I grabbed his hair, yanked his head back, and hammered into him. My balls were tight. I was close. Gonna fill your ass, I warned. He pushed back harder. Do it.
Breed me.
I slammed in one last time and unloaded, shooting thick ropes deep inside him. He clenched around me, milking every drop. While I was still buried in him he reached down and stroked himself twice before he came all over the floor, groaning loud.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, my cock softening inside his used hole. When I pulled out, cum leaked down his thigh. He turned around, grabbed my face, and kissed me rough again.
Round two in the shower, he said, already half-hard again. And this time I fuck you.
I grinned. Best decision I made all night.
