I Beg For His Cock

I can tell by his facial expression that he’d fuck me regardless of what I say next. But he really wants to hear. So I put on my best needy expression “Please, give it to me, I want to feel that cock pound me all the way to the hilt.” I say.

It seems that’s exactly what he wanted to hear because without saying another word he roughly thrusts into me. At first there is pain and I groan digging my nails into the plastic bin I’m bent over, then I exhale. An asshole is not meant to take cocks, but I’d trained mine to the point that they only cause me a moment of discomfort. The bouncer slides half his dick into me as I writhe, then pauses letting me get used to him. I breathe in, then I breathe out and the sting fades as I turn my mind to the pleasure. He withdraws his cock back to that purple mushroom head then thrusts back in harder this time. I writhe beneath him a pleasurable gasp coming out this time as he brushes my prostate.

“fuck, so tight” He grunts his member almost entirely surrounded by clinging flesh. The doorman pulls back till about half his dick is in me then slams back in all the way to the hilt. I feel his hairy ballsack slap against my smooth puch. He grunts again, louder. The bouncer pauses as he fully impales me on his throbbing meat, just savouring the velvety walls of a young twinks asshole completely surrounding his thick cock. I even feel a bit of pre-cum ooze out his tip into me. He probably won’t be able to last long. I arch my hips angling myself so he’ll hit my prostate easier and reach down to stroke my rock hard dick.

Upon seeing how turned on I am to have him inside me he withdraws his cock then slams it back into me. Then he pulls back and hammers in once more. The big man gets into a rhythm, repeatedly sheathing his throbbing shaft in my clinging depths. I gasp in a rather high pitched way each time he does. His cock rubs on my prostate intensely. Oh my god that feels soo good. The alleyway fills with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the rattling of bottles from the glass bin, my slutty moans and his manly grunts as he roughly uses me.

Good thing there’s no one around to hear, wait who’s that? Through the lusty haze I see a guy walking out of one of the other pubs across the road and head over to this alleyway. Oh no, we have to stop.