The bar was loud and packed, but I spotted him right away. Big guy, thick arms, leather jacket open over a sweaty t-shirt. He looked me over once, nodded toward the back door, and I followed without a word. Outside in the alley he grabbed my crotch and squeezed hard.
"You want this dick in your ass?" he asked, voice low and rough.
"Yeah," I said. "Fuck me."
He pushed me against the brick wall, yanked my jeans down to my thighs, and spit on his fingers. Two thick digits shoved straight into my hole, working me open fast and dirty. I grunted and pushed back on them. He added a third, twisting and stretching until my ass was slick and ready.
Then he unzipped and pulled out a heavy, veiny cock already leaking.
He lined up and drove in with one hard thrust. My hole stretched wide around him, burning and full. He didn't wait. He started pounding right away, hips slapping against my ass, balls swinging. Each stroke went balls-deep, his cockhead punching my prostate. I moaned loud and he covered my mouth with one hand while the other held my hip, yanking me back onto him.
"Take that cock," he growled. "Fucking slut hole."
He fucked me like he wanted to wreck me. Fast, deep, relentless. My own dick hung hard and dripping between my legs, swinging with every slam. Spit ran down my chin from his hand. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my stretched ass filled the alley. He pulled almost all the way out then rammed back in, over and over, making my rim burn and grip him tight.
After a few minutes he pulled out, spun me around, and bent me over a stack of crates. He kicked my legs wider, spat on my hole again, and sank back inside. This angle let him go even deeper. He grabbed both my shoulders and used them for leverage, jackhammering into me. My ass cheeks shook with every impact. Pre-cum dripped from my cock onto the ground in long strings.
He reached under and grabbed my balls, tugging them while he fucked. "Gonna breed this ass," he said. "Fill you up."
I pushed back harder, meeting every thrust. My hole felt loose and sloppy now, sucking on his thick shaft. He shifted, angled down, and started hitting that spot inside me with every stroke. My legs shook. I came without touching my cock, shooting thick ropes onto the crates while he kept pounding through it.
He didn't stop. He fucked me through the orgasm, using my clenching hole. Then he slammed in to the root and stayed there, pulsing. I felt the heat of his load pumping deep, spurt after spurt, filling me until it leaked out around his cock and ran down my balls.
He pulled out slow, watching his cum drip from my used hole. Then he wiped his cock on my ass cheek and tucked it away. I stayed bent over, breathing hard, hole twitching and leaking.
"Same time tomorrow," he said, and walked off.
I pulled my jeans up over the mess, feeling his load squish inside me with every step back to the street. My ass ached in the best way. I already knew I'd be back for more.
