Jake spotted him the second he walked into the gym locker room. The guy was built like a fucking tank, sweat dripping down his thick chest, shorts clinging to a fat bulge that left nothing to the imagination. Jakes own cock twitched in his jockstrap as their eyes locked. No words at first, just that hungry stare. The guy, Mark, nodded toward the back row of lockers and Jake followed, heart pounding, dick already half-hard.
Mark shoved him against the metal lockers the second they were alone. You been staring at my cock all workout, he growled, voice low and rough. His hand grabbed Jakes crotch hard, squeezing the growing shaft. You want it raw, dont you?
Fuck yes, Jake grunted, pushing his hips forward. Mark yanked Jakes shorts down, freeing his thick seven-inch cock. Pre-cum already leaked from the slit. Mark dropped to his knees and swallowed it in one go, throat opening wide, nose buried in Jakes pubes. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the empty room as he bobbed hard, tongue swirling under the head, spit running down Jakes balls.
Jake grabbed Marks short hair and fucked his face, thrusting deep. Take it all, you dirty cocksucker. Mark moaned around the shaft, gagging but not pulling back. His own cock strained against his shorts, a wet spot forming. After a minute Mark stood, spun Jake around, and ripped his jockstrap aside. Rough fingers found Jakes hole and shoved in dry at first, then spit-slicked, stretching him open fast.
Gonna fuck this tight ass raw, Mark said, voice thick. He spat on his own fat eight-inch cock, rubbed the head against Jakes hole, and pushed in. Jake groaned loud as the thick head popped past the ring, burning stretch turning to deep pleasure.
Mark didnt wait; he slammed balls-deep in one thrust, then started pounding, hips slapping skin, the locker room echoing with wet smacks and grunts.
Jake braced against the lockers, pushing back to meet every thrust. Harder, fuck me like you mean it. Mark obliged, gripping Jakes hips bruisingly tight, driving in so deep Jake felt it in his gut. Sweat poured off both of them. Mark reached around and jerked Jakes cock in time with his thrusts, thumb rubbing the leaking head.
They switched fast. Mark pulled out, spun Jake, and bent him over a bench. This time he entered even rougher, one leg up on the bench for deeper angle. Jakes hole clenched around the invading cock as Mark railed him, balls swinging and slapping. Your ass is so fucking tight, Mark snarled. Gonna fill you up.
Jake stroked himself furiously, close already. Marks cock hit his prostate over and over until Jakes balls tightened and he shot thick ropes across the bench, ass squeezing hard around Mark. That pushed Mark over; he buried deep and unloaded, hot cum flooding Jakes hole, pulse after pulse. He kept thrusting through it, pushing the load deeper.
They didnt stop. Mark pulled out, cum dripping down Jakes thighs, and fed his softening cock back into Jakes mouth to clean it. Jake sucked greedily, tasting his own ass and Marks load. Mark hardened again quickly and bent Jake over once more, this time slower but still raw and deep, fucking the cum out of him in long strokes until Jake came a second time untouched, hole fluttering.
They collapsed against the lockers, breathing hard, cum and sweat everywhere. Mark grinned, wiping his cock on Jakes thigh. Same time tomorrow? Jake nodded, already hungry for round two.
