I spotted him across the bar, this massive guy with arms like tree trunks and a bulge that stretched his jeans obscene. I was already half-hard just watching him order a drink. When he caught me staring, he smirked and jerked his head toward the back hallway. No words needed. I followed like a dog in heat.
The backroom was dark and smelled like sweat and cum. He shoved me against the wall the second the door closed. "You want this monster cock?" he growled, yanking his zipper down. His dick flopped out heavy and thick, easily ten inches and veined like a fucking weapon. It hung there, half-hard already, the head fat and shiny.
I dropped to my knees without thinking. "Fuck yeah, give it to me." I wrapped both hands around the shaft and still had room to stroke. My mouth stretched wide as I sucked the head, tasting salt and skin. He grabbed my hair and pushed deeper, forcing my throat open. I gagged but kept going, drool running down my chin while he fed me inch after inch of that huge prick.
"Take it all, slut," he grunted, hips rocking.
My jaw ached but I loved it, the way his cock pulsed and thickened on my tongue. He pulled out and slapped it across my face, leaving wet streaks. "Strip."
I tore my clothes off fast. He spun me around, bent me over a stack of crates, and spit on my hole. One thick finger pushed in, then two, stretching me rough. "You're gonna feel every inch of this monster," he said, lining up. The head pressed hard against my rim and popped inside with a burn that made me moan loud.
He didn't wait. He shoved forward, driving that massive cock deeper than anything I'd taken before. My ass clenched around him, walls burning as he bottomed out. Balls deep, he held still, letting me feel how full I was. Then he started pounding. Hard, filthy strokes that slapped skin and made my hole squelch around his girth.
"Fuck, your ass is tight," he snarled, gripping my hips and slamming in again and again. Each thrust hit my prostate like a punch. My own cock leaked onto the floor, ignored. I reached back to feel where we joined, fingers tracing the thick shaft disappearing inside me.
He flipped me onto my back on the crates, legs over his shoulders, and drove in even harder. The angle let him wreck me deeper. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. "Jerk that dick while I breed you," he ordered. I stroked myself fast, watching his abs flex with every brutal thrust.
My orgasm hit sudden and messy, cum shooting across my stomach while my hole spasmed around his monster cock. He didn't stop. He fucked me through it, grunting as his pace turned ragged. "Gonna fill you up," he warned, then buried deep and unloaded. Thick pulses flooded my guts, so much cum it leaked out around his shaft and ran down my crack.
He pulled out slow, watching his load drip from my wrecked hole. "Clean it," he said, shoving his softening cock back in my mouth. I sucked him sloppy, tasting my ass and his cum mixed together. We didn't exchange names. Just raw, dirty fucking in the dark.
Later, back at his place, it got even filthier. He bent me over the kitchen table and worked that monster cock into me again, this time with lube so he could go faster and deeper. I begged for it, voice hoarse. "Split me open, use that huge dick." He did, pounding until I came hands-free, hole milking him dry a second time.
We kept going all night. Shower. Couch. Floor. Every position showed off how massive he was, how my body struggled and loved taking every inch. By morning my ass was sore, puffy, and leaking, but I left grinning, already planning the next time I'd chase that monster cock again.
