I spotted him across the crowded bar, thick arms crossed over a tight black tank, staring straight at me like he wanted to tear my clothes off right there. He was older, maybe mid-thirties, beard rough, eyes dark with that hungry look guys get when theyre done playing games. I finished my drink, walked over, and said, You look like you fuck hard. He smirked, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me toward the back hallway without a word.
The backroom was small, just a dim bulb and a locked door. He shoved me against the wall the second it clicked shut. Strip, he growled. I yanked my shirt off while he dropped his jeans, his thick cock already half-hard and heavy between his legs. He grabbed my face, thumb pushing into my mouth. Suck it like you mean it. I dropped to my knees, wrapped my lips around the head, and took him deep. He tasted salty, skin hot, and he thrust forward until my nose pressed into his pubes. I gagged but kept going, spit running down my chin as he fucked my throat in short, rough strokes.
He pulled out, spun me around, and yanked my pants down to my ankles. Spread your ass. His fingers were thick and calloused as he spat on my hole and shoved two inside without warning. I grunted, pushing back against the stretch. He worked them fast, scissoring me open while his other hand reached around and jerked my cock. Youre tight. Gonna feel every inch when I fuck you. I heard the rip of a condom wrapper, then the slick sound of lube. A second later his cockhead pressed against my hole and he pushed in steady and deep.
The burn hit first, then the full feeling as he bottomed out. He didnt wait. He started pounding, hips slapping my ass with every thrust, balls swinging heavy. Each stroke dragged over my prostate and made my own cock leak onto the floor.
I braced against the wall, moaning loud while he grabbed my hips and drove harder. Take it, he snarled. Fucking take that cock. Sweat dripped off both of us. The room smelled like sex and lube and skin.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the old couch, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. He slammed back in, fucking me at a brutal angle that made my eyes roll. I jerked myself in time with his thrusts, precum slicking my fist. He leaned down, bit my neck, and growled filthy shit in my ear. Gonna fill this hole. Gonna make you shoot all over yourself. His pace got ragged, abs flexing, then he buried himself to the root and came with a long, low groan. I felt the condom pulse inside me.
He stayed buried while he reached down and stroked me fast and rough. Two pulls and I shot hard, ropes hitting my chest and stomach. He pulled out slow, peeled off the condom, and wiped us both down with his shirt. We got dressed in silence, breathing heavy. At the door he handed me his number. Next time Im using your mouth first. I nodded, already half-hard again, and walked back into the bar with his cum still warm in the condom hed tossed and my ass sore in the best way.
