The bar was loud and the guy across from me kept staring like he wanted to wreck something. I finished my drink and nodded toward the door. He followed without a word. His name was Jake, thick arms, buzzed hair, and the kind of mouth that looked good wrapped around a cock. We barely made it to his apartment before clothes started hitting the floor.
He shoved me against the wall and yanked my jeans down. My cock sprang free, already half-hard from the walk over. Jake dropped to his knees and slapped it against his cheek, the wet sound sharp in the quiet room. "Fuck yeah," he growled, then did it again, harder, the head leaving a smear of pre-cum on his stubble. He slapped my cock back and forth between his open palms, watching it bounce and twitch. Every slap sent a jolt straight to my balls.
"Stand still," he ordered. He gripped his own thick cock and brought it up, slapping it against mine shaft to shaft. The heavy meaty sound filled the room. He did it slow at first, letting the weight of his dick thud against mine, then faster, alternating sides, his cockhead smacking the underside of mine until both of us were leaking. I reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing just enough to make him grunt. He answered by slapping his cock straight down on mine three times in a row, the wet impact echoing.
We moved to the bedroom without turning on the lights. Jake pushed me onto the bed face-down and spread my ass. He didn't rim me gently. He buried his face in and licked like he was starving, then pulled back and slapped his cock right between my cheeks, the heavy length landing with a smack against my hole. He did it again and again, each slap landing lower until the head was nudging my entrance without pushing in. I pushed back, wanting it, but he kept teasing, slapping that fat cock against my hole until the sound turned slick.
When he finally sank in, it was one long thrust that knocked the air out of me. He fucked like he slapped, hard and direct, hips snapping so his balls swung forward and smacked my taint with every stroke. I reached under myself and grabbed my own cock, but Jake knocked my hand away and took over, wrapping his fist around it and slapping the head against the sheets in time with his thrusts. The mattress creaked. Sweat dripped off his chest onto my back.
He flipped me onto my back without pulling out. Now I could watch. Jake pulled almost all the way out, then slapped his cock against my hole from the outside, the thick head smacking wetly before he drove back in. He did it three more times, each slap louder, until I was begging.
"Harder. Slap it on me." He grinned, pulled out, and used his cock like a weapon, smacking it across my balls, across my own straining dick, then back down to my hole. Every impact made my cock jump and leak.
I sat up and shoved him onto his back. My turn. I straddled his chest and slapped my cock across his face, leaving streaks on his lips and cheeks. He opened his mouth and tried to catch it, but I kept moving, smacking the head against his tongue, his chin, his closed eyelids. He growled and grabbed my hips, yanking me forward so he could suck me deep for a few seconds before I pulled back and resumed the slapping. His own cock lay heavy on his stomach, twitching every time mine landed on his face.
We switched again. Jake got me on all fours at the edge of the bed and stood behind me. He lined up and slapped his cock upward against my balls from below, the upward swing making a loud, filthy sound. Then he pushed in and fucked me with short, brutal strokes, his hips slapping my ass while his cock worked inside. I reached back and spread myself wider so he could go deeper. He rewarded me by pulling out and slapping again, this time right on the stretched rim, before sinking back in.
The room smelled like sweat and sex. We were both breathing hard. Jake hauled me upright so my back was to his chest and reached around to slap my cock with his open palm while he stayed buried inside me. The combination of the internal pressure and the external slaps pushed me right to the edge. I warned him I was close. He didn't slow down. He kept slapping my cock, aiming the strikes so the head bounced against my abs, until I shot hard, ropes hitting the floor and his hand.
Jake pulled out, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees. He slapped his cock against my lips, my tongue, my cheeks, smearing my own cum around before he fed it to me. I sucked him deep while he fucked my mouth. When he got close he pulled back and finished himself with his fist, slapping the head of his cock against my open mouth as he came, the hot spurts landing on my tongue and chin. He kept slapping even after he finished, the softening cock making softer, wetter sounds against my face.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing. Then Jake pulled me up and we crashed onto the bed. He reached down and gave my spent cock a few lazy, gentle slaps, almost affectionate now. "Round two in twenty," he said. I nodded, already half-hard again at the thought. The night was young and the sound of slapping cock still echoed in my head.
