The bar was packed but the back hallway was empty except for him. Tall, built like he lifted heavy shit for a living, dark hair falling over his eyes. I caught him staring at my crotch while I ordered a beer, and five minutes later we were shoving through the door marked Employees Only.
He slammed me against the wall the second it clicked shut. "You want this cock?" he growled, already grinding his hard dick against mine through our jeans. No names, no bullshit. Just heat and need.
I grabbed his ass and yanked him closer. "Fuck yeah. Get it out."
He popped his fly open and hauled out a thick, veiny dick already leaking at the tip. I dropped to my knees right there on the sticky floor and swallowed him down in one go. He tasted salty and male, heavy on my tongue. I worked him fast, sucking hard, letting spit run down his balls while he fucked my throat. His hands gripped my hair, holding me steady as he pumped deeper.
"Shit, that's good," he muttered. "Take it all, slut."
I pulled off long enough to spit on his shaft and stroke him. "You gonna fuck my ass or just talk?"
He hauled me up, spun me around, and yanked my jeans down to my thighs. One thick finger pushed between my cheeks, finding my hole and shoving inside dry. I hissed but pushed back on it. He added a second finger quick, stretching me open while he spit on my hole for lube.
"Condom?" I asked.
"Got one." He tore the packet open with his teeth, rolled it on, and pressed the fat head against me. One hard thrust and he was buried balls deep. I grunted, forehead against the wall, feeling every inch split me open.
He didn't start slow. He fucked me like he hated me, hips snapping, skin slapping loud in the small room. Each thrust knocked the breath out of me. I reached down and jerked my own dick in time with his pounding. Precome dripped from my slit onto the floor.
"Harder," I demanded. "Use that hole."
He grabbed my hips and gave me exactly what I asked for, pounding so deep I felt it in my guts. Sweat ran down my back. His balls slapped against me with every thrust. The smell of sex, sweat, and cheap disinfectant filled the air.
He pulled out suddenly, spun me to face him, and shoved me down on an old wooden crate. My jeans were still around my ankles. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and sank back in, deeper this time. I could see his face now, eyes dark, mouth open as he watched his cock disappear into me.
"Fucking tight," he said. "Gonna fill this ass."
"Do it," I told him. "Come in me."
He slammed harder, the crate creaking under us. My own dick bounced against my stomach with every thrust. I was close, right on the edge. He reached down and wrapped a rough hand around my cock, stroking fast and tight.
I came first, shooting thick ropes across my own chest and stomach. My ass clenched around him. That pushed him over. He buried himself to the root and groaned, pulsing inside the condom as he unloaded.
We stayed locked like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then he pulled out slow, tied off the condom, and tossed it in a corner trash can. I wiped myself off with my shirt and pulled my jeans up.
He nodded once. "Same time next week?"
I smirked. "Bring a friend."
He left first. I waited a minute, then slipped back into the bar like nothing happened. My ass was sore, my legs shaky, and I already wanted more.
