He walked into the bar like he owned the place, all broad shoulders and tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination. I was nursing a beer at the end of the counter when our eyes locked. No small talk bullshit. He came straight over, leaned in, and said, "You look like you need a cock in your mouth tonight."
I didn't hesitate. We left together five minutes later and went to his apartment two blocks away. The door barely closed before he shoved me against it and kissed me hard, his tongue pushing deep while his hands grabbed my ass and squeezed.
"Strip," he ordered. I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants. My cock was already half hard. He stripped too, revealing a thick, veiny dick that hung heavy between his legs. He grabbed it and stroked once. "On your knees."
I dropped and opened my mouth. He fed me his cock in one slow thrust until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes. It tasted clean and salty. I sucked hard, bobbing my head while he held the back of my skull and fucked my throat. Spit ran down my chin. He groaned low and dirty. "That's it, take that dick. Choke on it."
After a minute he pulled out and hauled me up. We moved to the bedroom. He pushed me face down on the mattress, spread my cheeks, and spat on my hole. One thick finger pushed inside, then two, working me open with rough twists. "Tight little ass," he muttered. "Gonna stretch it good."
He rolled on a condom, slicked up with lube, and pressed the head of his cock against my entrance. One steady push and he was inside me, balls deep. I grunted at the burn. He didn't wait. He started fucking me in long, hard strokes, hips slapping against my ass. The bed creaked. Every thrust went deep and I pushed back to meet him.
He grabbed my hips and changed angle, nailing my prostate on every stroke. "Fuck yeah, moan for it," he said. I did. Loud and filthy. He reached under me and jerked my cock in time with his thrusts. Precome leaked over his fist.
We switched positions. He lay back and I climbed on top, sinking down on his cock until it filled me again. I rode him hard, bouncing on that thick shaft while he slapped my ass and told me what a hungry slut I was. Sweat dripped off both of us. My thighs burned but I kept going until he flipped me onto my back again.
He folded my legs to my chest and pounded me missionary style, eyes locked on mine. "You like getting fucked raw like this?" he growled. I nodded, too far gone for words. He leaned down and kissed me messy while his cock kept driving in and out.
When he was close he pulled out, ripped off the condom, and straddled my chest. He stroked fast and shot thick ropes across my face and tongue. I swallowed what landed in my mouth and licked the rest from my lips. He didn't even pause.
He slid back down and took my cock in his mouth, sucking hard and fast until I came down his throat with a shout.
We lay there catching our breath, bodies slick and tangled. After a few minutes he got hard again. Round two started slower but got just as rough. He fucked me on my side, one leg hooked over his arm, whispering filthy shit in my ear the whole time. I came again without touching myself, clenching around him until he filled the second condom deep inside me.
We showered together afterward, soaping each other up and trading lazy kisses. No promises, just good, dirty sex that left us both satisfied and sore in the best way. I left his place around 3 a.m. with his number in my phone and the taste of him still on my tongue.
