Jake spotted the guy hunched over the back shelf in the indie bookstore, thumbing through a dog-eared copy of some raw gay erotica with a half-hard bulge already pressing against his jeans. The place smelled like old paper and cheap lube samples they kept by the register. Jake stepped closer, voice low and rough. "That one's filthy. Page sixty-two gets straight to the cum-swapping."
The stranger looked up, eyes dark, mouth twitching into a smirk. "Yeah? You read it?" His name was Marcus, he said, and he was already shifting his stance so Jake could see the thick outline of his cock straining the denim. They didn't waste time on small talk. Marcus flipped the book open right there between the shelves and read a line out loud: "He dropped to his knees and swallowed that fat dick to the root." Jake's own cock jerked hard.
Marcus didn't ask permission. He shoved the book back on the shelf, grabbed Jake by the belt, and yanked him into the narrow employees-only hallway behind the fiction section. The door clicked shut. Marcus dropped fast, unzipping Jake with one hand while the other squeezed his balls through the fabric. "Been wanting to choke on something like this all afternoon," he muttered, then pulled Jake's cock out and licked a thick stripe from base to head.
Jake groaned and thrust forward. Marcus took it, mouth hot and wet, no teasing. He sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, spit already dripping down his chin onto the floor. Jake grabbed a fistful of his hair and fucked his throat in short, dirty strokes. "That's it, take every inch. Fuck, you're good at this." Marcus gagged once, pulled off just long enough to say, "Bigger than the toys I use on myself," then went back down, tongue working the underside while his hand pumped what didn't fit.
Marcus stood, spun Jake around, and shoved his jeans down to his thighs. "Gonna eat this ass before I fuck it." He dropped again, spread Jake's cheeks, and licked straight over his hole with no warning.
The wet sound filled the tiny room. Marcus tongue-fucked him deep, then added two spit-slick fingers, scissoring them open while he bit at the soft skin of Jake's ass. Jake braced against the wall, pushing back, cock leaking onto the concrete.
"Condom in my wallet," Jake managed. Marcus fished it out, tore it open with his teeth, and rolled it down his own thick cock in one smooth motion. He spat into his palm, slicked himself, and pressed the head against Jake's hole. "Ready?" One hard push and he was inside, stretching Jake wide. They both cursed. Marcus didn't start slow. He fucked like he meant it, hips snapping, balls slapping, one hand gripping Jake's hip hard enough to bruise while the other reached around to jerk his cock in time with the thrusts.
The book they'd been looking at was still on the shelf outside, but neither of them cared anymore. Marcus changed angles and nailed Jake's prostate on every stroke. "Fuck, your ass is gripping me like it wants to keep me there," he growled. Jake came first, shooting thick ropes across the wall, ass clenching so tight Marcus followed right after, buried deep, pulsing inside the condom with a low, filthy groan.
They stayed locked together for a minute, breathing hard, sweat cooling on skin. Marcus pulled out slow, tied off the condom, and tossed it. "We should check out the next chapter together sometime," he said, voice still rough. Jake laughed, tucked himself away, and grabbed the book on their way out. The cashier didn't ask why they looked wrecked. Some titles were just meant to be read twice.
