Jake pushed through the heavy black door into the throb of bass and sweat. The gay club was packed wall to wall with men, shirts off, bodies glistening under red lights. He’d come alone, horny as hell after weeks of jerking off to porn, and the second he stepped inside he knew he was getting fucked tonight. No small talk bullshit. He wanted a cock in his mouth and another up his ass before the night ended.
He made it ten feet before a big guy in a tight black tank grabbed his wrist. “New here?” the man growled, voice low and rough. Jake nodded, already hard in his jeans. The guy’s name was Rick, thick arms, stubble, and a bulge that pressed against Jake’s thigh when he pulled him close on the dance floor. They didn’t dance so much as grind, Rick’s hands sliding straight down to squeeze Jake’s ass through the denim.
“Bathroom,” Rick said after two songs of that. “Now.”
The men’s room was dim and reeked of piss and cum. Rick shoved Jake into the last stall, kicked the door shut, and yanked his own cock out. It was thick, veined, already leaking. “Suck it,” he ordered. Jake dropped to his knees on the sticky tile and opened his mouth. Rick fed him every inch, gripping Jake’s hair and fucking his throat in short, hard thrusts. Spit ran down Jake’s chin. He gagged but didn’t pull back, just relaxed and took it, eyes watering while Rick used his mouth like a hole.
“Fuck, good boy,” Rick grunted. He pulled out, hauled Jake up, spun him around, and bent him over the toilet. Jeans were shoved down to his knees. Rick spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into Jake’s hole, working him open fast and rough. Jake moaned loud enough that guys outside the stall laughed. Rick didn’t care. He lined up his cock and pushed in deep in one steady thrust.
Jake’s forehead hit the wall. The stretch burned, then turned into that perfect full feeling he’d been craving. Rick fucked him hard, hips slapping, balls swinging against Jake’s ass. Every thrust punched a grunt out of him. Rick reached around and jerked Jake’s cock in time with the pounding. “Tight little hole,” Rick muttered. “Gonna fill you up.”
He did. Rick slammed in one last time and came with a low growl, pumping thick loads deep inside Jake. Jake followed right after, shooting across the toilet seat while Rick kept grinding through the aftershocks.
Rick pulled out, wiped his cock on Jake’s ass cheek, and left without a word. Jake stayed bent over, cum leaking down his thigh, catching his breath. Two more guys were waiting when he stepped out of the stall. One was already stroking his cock. Jake wiped his mouth and smiled.
He stayed until close. By the time the lights came up he’d taken two more loads, one down his throat and one across his chest in the back alley. His legs shook when he walked to the street. The night air hit his skin where his shirt was still unbuttoned.
He knew exactly where he’d be tomorrow night, same club, same raw need. The gay club had him now.
