The bar was dim and loud, but Jake spotted him right away. Tall, broad shoulders, tight jeans hugging a thick bulge. Their eyes locked, and the guy nodded toward the back hallway. Jake followed without a word. They pushed through a door marked Employees Only and into a small storage room stacked with crates. The door clicked shut behind them.
The stranger grabbed Jake by the belt and yanked him close. "Name's Mike. You want this cock or not?" His voice was low and rough. Jake nodded, already hard. Mike shoved him to his knees on the concrete floor. He unzipped and pulled out a heavy, veined cock, half-hard and already leaking. It was thick, the head fat and flushed. Jake opened his mouth and took it in, tasting salt and skin. Mike groaned and thrust forward, sliding deeper until Jake's lips stretched around the shaft.
Jake sucked hard, bobbing his head, spit running down the length. Mike's hands gripped his hair, fucking his face in short, steady strokes. "That's it, take that cock. Get it wet for your ass." Jake's own dick strained against his jeans. He reached down and rubbed himself while Mike used his mouth. The room smelled like beer, sweat, and sex. Mike pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting Jake's lips to the shiny head.
"Stand up and drop your pants." Jake obeyed fast. Mike spun him around, bent him over a stack of boxes, and kicked his feet apart. Cold air hit Jake's exposed ass. Mike spit on his hole, rubbed the slick cockhead against it, then pushed in. The stretch burned at first, then gave way to full, deep pressure as Mike sank every inch inside. Jake grunted, gripping the boxes. Mike started fucking right away, hard and direct, hips slapping against Jake's ass with each thrust.
The thick cock dragged over his prostate again and again, making Jake's legs shake.
Mike reached around and grabbed Jake's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "Tight fucking hole. You needed this bad." He pounded faster, the sound of skin on skin loud in the small room. Jake pushed back, meeting every stroke. Sweat dripped down his back. Mike's balls slapped against him. When Mike angled deeper, Jake moaned loud and came hard, shooting ropes across the floor while his ass clenched around the invading cock.
Mike didn't stop. He kept driving in, chasing his own orgasm. "Gonna fill you up." A few more brutal thrusts and he buried himself to the root, pulsing hot cum deep inside Jake's ass. They stayed locked together, breathing heavy, until Mike pulled out slow. Thick white cum leaked down Jake's thigh. Mike wiped his cock on Jake's ass cheek, then tucked himself away. "Same time next week?" Jake nodded, already wanting more.
