Jake spotted the guy across the bar and knew he was getting fucked that night. Tall, broad shoulders, buzzed hair, and a bulge that didn't hide shit in those tight jeans. No small talk needed. Five minutes later they were in the alley behind the club, the stranger shoving Jake against the brick wall with one rough hand.
"Name's Mark," the guy growled, already yanking Jake's belt open. "Don't care about yours. Just want that ass."
Jake spat in his palm and grabbed Mark's cock through the denim. Thick, already half-hard, and hot. "Then take it. Fuck me raw right here."
Mark didn't waste time. He spun Jake around, yanked his jeans and briefs down to his thighs, and spit on his own fingers. Two thick digits shoved straight into Jake's hole, scissoring hard and fast. Jake grunted, pushing back, his own dick swinging heavy and leaking between his legs.
"Loose already," Mark muttered. "You came here looking for dick, didn't you?"
"Fuck yes. Give it to me."
Mark pulled his fingers out, hawked another glob of spit onto his palm, and slicked his bare cock. No rubber. Just skin on skin. He lined up and shoved in with one brutal thrust. Jake's hole stretched around the fat head, then the whole shaft sank deep. Both men groaned loud enough that someone inside the bar might hear.
Mark started pounding right away. No slow build. Just hard, dirty strokes that slapped skin and made Jake's ass cheeks ripple. Every thrust bottomed out, balls smacking, cockhead dragging over Jake's prostate until pre-cum dripped in strings from Jake's own dick.
"Take that cock," Mark snarled, gripping Jake's hips hard enough to bruise. "Fucking grip it. Milk me."
Jake braced on the wall and pushed back, meeting every slam. "Harder. Wreck my hole. Fill me up."
Mark obliged. He fucked like a man possessed, hips snapping, sweat dripping down his chest. The wet sound of raw cock sliding in and out filled the alley. Jake reached down and jerked himself in time, fist tight and fast.
After a few minutes Mark pulled out, spun Jake again, and shoved him to his knees. "Suck it clean."
Jake opened wide and took the cock straight from his own ass into his mouth. Tasted like spit, sweat, and his own hole. He sucked sloppy, gagging when Mark grabbed his head and fucked his throat. Spit ran down his chin onto his shirt.
Mark hauled him back up, bent him over a stack of crates this time, and drove back in. Deeper angle. Jake's legs shook. Mark reached around and stroked Jake's cock while he pounded, rough thumb rubbing the head.
"Gonna cum in this ass," Mark warned.
"You want it?"
"Shoot it deep. Breed me."
Mark's rhythm broke. He slammed in balls-deep and stayed there, cock pulsing as hot cum flooded Jake's guts. Jake felt every spurt, thick and wet. That pushed him over. He shot hard across the crates, ropes of cum splattering wood and ground while his hole clenched around Mark's still-throbbing dick.
They stayed locked together a minute, breathing heavy. Mark pulled out slow, watching his load leak from Jake's stretched hole. He wiped his cock on Jake's ass cheek, then tucked himself away.
"Same time next week?" he asked.
Jake pulled his jeans up, feeling the mess already soaking into his briefs. "Count on it. Bring a friend if you want."
Mark grinned, slapped Jake's ass once, and disappeared back into the club. Jake lit a cigarette, hole sore and full, already planning the next raw load he'd take.
