I spotted him at the back of the bar, leaning on the pool table like he was waiting to get used. Tight black jeans, thick ass cheeks packed in there, and when he bent over for a shot his shirt rode up to show the small of his back. I walked straight over, grabbed his hip, and told him what I wanted. Im taking that ass tonight. Youre gonna feel my cock splitting you open.
He didnt argue. We left five minutes later.
In the cab his hand was already on my dick through my pants, squeezing. I shoved two fingers into his mouth and told him to suck like he would on my cock. He did it sloppy, spit running down his chin. By the time we hit my apartment door I had him pinned face-first against it, yanking his jeans down to his thighs. His hole was smooth and already twitching.
I kicked the door shut and pushed him onto the bed on all fours. Spread it. He reached back and pulled his cheeks apart. Pink hole, tight, winking at me. I spat right on it, rubbed the spit in with my thumb, then shoved two fingers straight in. He grunted loud. Fuck, yeah, open that cunt, I said, finger-fucking him hard and fast, twisting, stretching. He pushed back, taking three fingers after a minute, hole making wet sounds around them.
I ripped my belt open, pulled my cock out, thick and already leaking. No lube except spit and the lube packet I tore open with my teeth. I smeared it over my shaft and pressed the head against his hole. Beg for it.
Shove that dick in me, he growled. Fuck my ass raw.
I slammed in to the balls in one thrust. He yelled, body jerking, but his hole clenched and sucked me deeper. I didnt wait. I started pounding, hips slapping his ass, balls swinging, the wet smack of skin on skin filling the room. Every stroke went balls-deep, stretching his rim wide around my shaft. He clawed the sheets and pushed back to meet every thrust.
Take it, you filthy fuck, I snarled, grabbing his hips hard enough to bruise. Your holes mine now. I pulled almost all the way out so just the head stayed inside, then rammed back in, again and again, watching his pink ring drag along my cock. Spit and lube frothed around the base. He was moaning nonstop, hole fluttering.
I flipped him onto his back, shoved his legs up to his chest, and drove back in. Missionary let me watch his face while I wrecked him. His eyes rolled, mouth open, drooling. I folded him in half and fucked harder, the bed slamming the wall. His cock was leaking all over his stomach. I wrapped a hand around it and jerked him rough while I pounded his prostate.
Gonna breed this ass, I told him. Fill you up till it leaks out.
Do it, he gasped. Pump that load deep.
I went faster, short brutal strokes, grinding the head against his spot every time. His hole started pulsing around me. He came first, shooting thick ropes across his chest without touching himself, ass squeezing my cock like a vice. I kept fucking him through it, using the extra slick, until my balls tightened and I unloaded. I buried myself to the hilt and shot hard, pulse after pulse, flooding his guts. He could feel every spurt; he moaned like he was getting fucked all over again.
I stayed inside him, rocking slow, pushing the cum deeper. When I finally pulled out his hole gaped, pink and shiny, a thick white trickle running down to his balls. I scooped some up and fed it to him. He sucked my fingers clean.
We werent done. I rolled him onto his stomach again, spread his cheeks, and ate his cum-filled hole, tongue pushing in, tasting my own load mixed with his sweat. He pushed back on my face, begging for more dick. I gave it to him. Hard. All night.
By morning his ass was puffy, loose, and leaking every time he moved. He walked out bow-legged with my cum still inside him, already texting me for round two.
