I saw him the second he walked into the dive bar. Tall, broad shoulders, tight black t-shirt stretched over a chest that looked like it could crush you, and a bulge in his jeans that said he was already half-hard. He caught me staring and smirked, walking straight over without a word. "You looking to get fucked tonight?" he asked, voice low and rough. I nodded. "Then follow me."
He led me past the bathrooms to a door marked "Employees Only." It opened into a dim storage room stacked with crates. The second the door shut he shoved me against the wall and ground his crotch into mine. His cock was thick and already straining. "On your knees," he ordered. I dropped fast, unzipping him. His dick sprang out, heavy, veined, the head already slick with precum. I licked it once, then swallowed him down to the root.
He groaned and grabbed my hair, fucking my throat in short, hard thrusts. "That's it, take that cock. Choke on it."
I gagged but didn't pull back. Spit ran down my chin while he used my mouth. After a minute he pulled out, yanked me up, and spun me around. "Pants down. Now." I shoved my jeans to my ankles. He spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into my hole, no warning, stretching me open fast and rough. "Tight little fuckhole," he muttered, adding a third finger and twisting. I pushed back on them, moaning.
He pulled his fingers out and pressed the fat head of his cock against my entrance. One hard shove and he was inside, balls-deep in one thrust. The burn was intense, then it melted into pure heat as he started pounding. Every stroke slammed me into the crates. His hips slapped against my ass, the sound wet and filthy. "Fuck, you're taking it all," he growled, reaching around to jerk my cock in time with his thrusts. "Gonna fill this ass."
He fucked me like he hated me, deep and brutal, changing angles until he nailed my prostate on every stroke. My legs shook. Pre-cum dripped from my cock onto the floor. He grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise and drove in faster, grunting with each thrust. "Gonna breed you," he said. "You want my load?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Give it to me."
He slammed in one last time and stayed buried, cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes inside me. I felt every spurt. He didn't pull out right away; instead he reached around and stroked me until I came hard, shooting across the crates while his cock still twitched in my ass.
When he finally slid out, cum leaked down my thigh. He wiped his dick on my ass cheek, tucked himself away, and walked out without another word. I stood there, hole sore and dripping, already wondering how soon I could find him again.
