Mark spotted him across the hotel bar and knew he was getting fucked that night. The guy was built thick, dark stubble, tight black shirt stretched over his chest. Their eyes locked. No smiles, just heat. Ten minutes later they were in the elevator, Marks hand already cupping the bulge in the strangers jeans.
Names Tony, the guy said, voice low.
Dont care, Mark answered. Just want your cock in my mouth.
The door to room 412 barely shut before Tony shoved Mark against it and kissed him hard, tongues sliding, teeth clicking. Mark dropped to his knees right there on the carpet, yanked Tonys zipper down, and pulled out a fat, heavy dick already leaking. He licked the head once, then swallowed it deep, gagging on the thickness. Tony grunted and thrust forward, fucking Marks throat in short, rough strokes.
Fuck yeah, choke on it, Tony growled. Marks eyes watered but he kept sucking, spit running down his chin onto the floor. He reached up and squeezed Tonys balls, rolling them while he worked the shaft with his tongue.
Tony pulled him up, spun him around, and bent him over the bed. He yanked Marks pants down to his ankles and spread his ass cheeks. Nice tight hole, he said, then spit on it and rubbed the wet head of his cock against the opening. Mark pushed back, impatient.
Quit teasing and fuck me.
Tony drove in with one hard shove. Mark groaned loud, the stretch burning then blooming into heat. Tony didnt wait; he started pounding, hips slapping against Marks ass, balls swinging. Each thrust shoved Mark forward on the mattress. Tony grabbed a fistful of Marks hair and yanked his head back.
Take that dick, he snarled. Fucking greedy hole.
Mark reached under himself and jerked his own cock in time with the thrusts. Precome dripped onto the sheets. Tonys pace got brutal, skin slapping, the wet sound of fucking filling the room. He pulled out suddenly, flipped Mark onto his back, and shoved back in, legs pushed up to Marks chest. Now he could watch Marks face while he drilled him.
Harder, Mark demanded. Want to feel it tomorrow.
Tony obliged, slamming in deep, grinding at the bottom of each stroke so his cockhead rubbed Marks prostate. Marks moans turned into broken curses. Sweat dripped from Tonys chest onto Marks stomach. He reached down and wrapped a hand around Marks throat, not choking hard, just holding, owning.
Gonna fill this ass, Tony said, voice rough. You want my load?
Give it to me. Breed me.
Tonys rhythm stuttered. He buried himself to the root and came with a long, low groan, pulsing hot and thick inside Mark. Mark kept stroking himself and shot seconds later, ropes of come landing on his own chest and stomach.
Tony stayed inside him, rocking slowly through the aftershocks, pushing the load deeper.
They didnt talk much after. Tony pulled out, wiped his cock on Marks thigh, and Mark lay there catching his breath, ass twitching, come leaking out. Tony lit a cigarette by the window, then came back and pushed two fingers into Marks used hole, feeling the mess hed left.
Round two in ten minutes, he said.
Mark grinned up at him, already half-hard again. Make it five.
