I slammed the locker shut and turned, still dripping from the shower. Jake was already there, towel slung low on his hips, water tracing down the ridges of his abs straight to that thick bulge. He didn't say a word. Just stepped closer, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me into the empty back row of lockers.
"Been watching you stare," he growled, voice low and rough. His free hand shoved my towel open. My cock sprang out, already hard, and he wrapped his fist around it without asking. "You want this shit or not?"
"Fuck yes," I muttered, hips jerking into his grip. He stroked me slow and mean, thumb dragging over the wet head, spreading pre-cum down the shaft. My balls tightened fast. I reached for him, yanked his towel off, and his cock slapped heavy against my thighlong, veined, the head already glistening.
Jake spun me around and pushed my chest against the cold metal. "Spread," he ordered. I planted my feet wider. His fingers slid between my cheeks, rough and direct, one thick digit pressing straight against my hole. He didn't tease. He shoved it in, knuckle-deep, then added a second while I hissed and pushed back.
"Goddamn, you're tight," he said, pumping his fingers in and out, twisting them to stretch me. Spit landed on my hole nexthisand he worked it in with those fingers until I was slick and open. My cock throbbed untouched, dripping onto the tile.
He pulled his fingers free. I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, then the blunt press of his cockhead. One hard thrust and he buried himself to the balls. I groaned loud, the burn mixing with pure heat as he started pounding. No slow buildjust raw, deep strokes that slapped his hips against my ass.
"Fuck me harder," I demanded. Jake grabbed my hips, nails digging in, and slammed faster. Every thrust punched the air out of me. His balls swung heavy against mine. Sweat rolled down my back.
He reached around, fisted my cock again, and jerked me in time with his thrustsshort, brutal strokes.
I came first, shooting thick ropes across the locker door, my ass clenching around him. Jake cursed, buried himself deep, and unloaded with short, grinding thrusts that milked every drop into the rubber. He stayed inside me a few seconds longer, breathing hard against my neck.
When he pulled out, he slapped my ass once, hard. "Same time tomorrow," he said, already grabbing his towel. I stayed leaning there, hole twitching, cum still dripping from my spent cock, already counting the hours until round two.
