I spotted him the second I walked into the dim bar, the older guy with the salt-and-pepper beard and thick arms stretching his black t-shirt. He looked about sixty, built like he still lifted heavy, and his eyes locked on me like he already knew what my twenty-four-year-old ass was there for. I ordered a whiskey, leaned against the bar, and waited. He didnt waste time. He came over, voice low and gravelly. You looking for something specific tonight, kid?
Something older, I said, direct. Something that knows how to use a young hole.
His mouth twitched. Ten minutes later we were in his truck, heading to his place. The second the door shut behind us he shoved me against it, mouth crushing mine, beard scraping my chin while his big hand grabbed my crotch and squeezed my hardening cock through my jeans. Strip, he ordered.
I peeled everything off fast, cock already leaking, and he stood there watching, rubbing the bulge in his pants. Turn around. Show me that ass.
I bent over the arm of his couch, spreading my cheeks. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between them without warning, tongue dragging hot and wet over my hole, licking and spitting until I was slick and twitching. Fuck, you taste good, he growled, then pushed two thick fingers inside me, working them deep while his other hand stroked my cock from behind. I moaned loud, pushing back on his hand. More. Give me more, old man.
He stood, unzipped, and pulled out a thick, veined cock, already rock hard and leaking. He spat on it, lined up, and shoved in with one hard thrust. I gasped at the stretch, the burn turning fast into heat as he started pounding me right there, balls slapping against me, his heavy body pinning me down. Thats it, take that daddy dick, he grunted, fucking me raw and deep, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to jerk my cock in time with his thrusts. Every slam hit my prostate and I was leaking all over his fingers.
We didnt stop at the couch. He dragged me to the bedroom, bent me over the bed, and kept fucking me from behind, sweat dripping off him onto my back. You like getting wrecked by an old cock? he rasped. Yes, fuck yes, I answered, pushing back to meet every thrust. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and shoved my legs up to my chest, sinking back in even deeper. I watched his thick shaft disappear into me again and again, the sight filthy and perfect.
He pulled out long enough to straddle my chest and feed his cock into my mouth. I sucked him greedily, tasting my own ass on him, while he reached back and fingered my open hole. Then he moved down, pushed my legs wider, and drove back inside me missionary style, grinding slow and hard, chest hair rubbing my skin. We kissed messy and rough while he fucked me through two loads, mine splattering between us, his flooding deep inside me.
After he came he stayed inside, softening but still thick, and we caught our breath. Round two in ten, he said, already starting to harden again. I grinned, already rolling onto my stomach for more. The night was just getting started.
