Two sweaty Latino studs slammed into each other the second the apartment door shut. Carlos, thick-built with dark tattoos across his chest and a fat uncut cock already straining his jeans, grabbed Miguel by the neck and shoved him against the wall. Miguel, leaner but with a round, firm ass that filled out his work pants, growled back and yanked Carloss zipper down.
Been watching that dick all night at the bar, Miguel said, voice low and rough. He dropped to his knees, pulled out Carloss heavy cock, and swallowed it in one wet gulp. Carlos hissed, hips jerking forward as Miguels throat worked the shaft, spit already dripping down his balls.
Carlos fucked his face hard, one hand gripping Miguels short black hair. Suck it, puto. Get that dick sloppy. Miguel moaned around the length, gagging when Carlos pushed deeper, but he didnt pull back. His own cock throbbed untouched in his pants.
After a minute Carlos hauled him up, spun him around, and ripped Miguels pants down to his ankles. He spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into Miguels tight hole. Miguel grunted, pushing back onto the digits. More. Stretch that ass. Carlos added a third finger, twisting and pumping until Miguels hole started to loosen and shine with spit.
Carlos pulled his fingers out, lined up his thick cock, and drove in raw. Miguels back arched as the fat head popped past his ring and the rest followed in one long thrust. Carlos didnt wait; he started pounding, skin slapping loud in the small room. Miguel braced against the wall, cursing in Spanish while Carloss heavy balls swung and smacked his ass with every stroke.
They moved to the couch without pulling out. Carlos bent Miguel over the arm, gripped his hips, and kept drilling, the wet sound of raw fucking filling the air. Miguel reached back and spread his cheeks wider, begging for it deeper. Carlos obliged, slamming in until his pubes were mashed against Miguels crack.
Sweat poured off both of them. Carlos flipped Miguel onto his back on the cushions, pushed his legs up, and sank back inside. He watched his cock disappear into the stretched hole, then leaned down and kissed Miguel hard, tongues sliding while he kept thrusting. Miguel jerked his own cock in time with the strokes, precum leaking steadily over his fist.
Carlos pulled out, flipped Miguel again, and shoved back in doggy style on the floor. He reached around and stroked Miguels cock while he fucked him, grip tight and fast. Miguel came first, shooting thick ropes across the carpet, hole clenching around Carloss dick. The squeeze pushed Carlos over; he buried himself to the root and unloaded, pumping cum deep inside until it leaked out around his shaft.
They stayed locked together for a long minute, breathing hard, Carloss cock still twitching inside the cum-slick hole. When he finally pulled out, a thick strand of load followed. Miguel turned, licked Carlos clean, then stood and kissed him again, sharing the taste.
They showered together, soaping each others bodies and ending up hard again. This time Carlos sat on the shower bench and let Miguel ride him, water cascading over their joined bodies while Miguel bounced on the thick cock until both came a second time.
Later, sprawled on the bed, Carlos traced the sweat on Miguels back. Same time next week? Miguel grinned, already half-hard again.
Make it tomorrow.
They fucked once more before morning, slow and deep under the sheets, Carloss cum from earlier still slick inside Miguel. By the time the sun rose, both men knew this was only the start of a very dirty, very regular arrangement.
