Jake shoved me face down on the motel bed the second the door clicked shut. "Strip," he growled, already yanking his belt open. I kicked off my jeans and spread my legs without a word. My cock was already hard and leaking against the cheap sheets.
He climbed on behind me, spit on his fingers, and shoved two straight up my ass. No warm-up, no teasing. Just the burn of being opened fast. I grunted and pushed back onto his hand. "Fuck yeah, get it ready," I said. He worked his fingers in and out a few times, then pulled them free and lined up his thick cock.
The head pressed against my hole and slid in slow at first, stretching me wide. Then he shoved the rest in one hard thrust. My ass swallowed every inch of him. He started fucking right away, long strokes that made his cock slide all the way out until just the head stayed inside, then slammed back in balls-deep. The wet sound of it filled the room.
"Goddamn, your ass is tight," he muttered, gripping my hips and picking up speed. Each thrust dragged his shaft along my inner walls, that fat head popping past my ring over and over. I reached back and spread my cheeks wider so he could watch his cock disappear. Precum dripped from my own dick onto the mattress in steady drops.
He pulled out completely, flipped me onto my back, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. This time he pushed in even deeper. His cock slid in smooth and heavy, bottoming out against my prostate with every stroke. I could feel every ridge, every vein dragging along my hole. "Look at that," he said, staring down between us. "Watch my cock slide in and out of you."
I looked. His shaft was shiny with spit and my ass juices, sliding in and out in a steady rhythm. He went slow for a minute, letting me feel every inch, then started pounding. The bed slammed against the wall. My hole made filthy wet noises every time he pulled back and drove in again. Sweat ran down his chest and dripped onto my stomach.
"Harder," I told him. He slammed in so deep I felt his balls slap my ass. He held there, grinding, then pulled almost all the way out and slid back in one long, deliberate stroke. Over and over. My cock throbbed untouched between us, bouncing with each thrust. I reached down and started jerking myself in time with his fucking.
Jake leaned forward, folding me nearly in half, and really went at it. His cock slid in and out faster now, short brutal strokes that kept the head just inside before driving deep again. "Gonna fill this hole," he said through gritted teeth. I could feel his cock swelling, getting even harder. He buried himself to the root and came with a low groan, pulsing hot and thick inside me. I felt every spurt.
He didn't pull out right away. Instead he rocked his hips, letting his softening cock slide around in the mess he'd made. Cum leaked out around his shaft and down my crack. When he finally eased out, a thick glob followed, sliding down my ass. I kept stroking myself and came hard, shooting across my own stomach while he watched.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavy. Then he grabbed my legs again and pushed his half-hard cock back in. "Not done yet," he said. He started sliding in and out once more, slower this time, using his own cum as lube. The wet squelch of it was even louder. My ass took him easily now, slick and open.
He fucked me like that until he got fully hard again, then flipped me onto my stomach and mounted me from behind. This round was pure raw fucking.
His cock slid in and out with long, powerful strokes, sometimes pulling all the way free so cool air hit my stretched hole before he shoved back in. I pushed back to meet every thrust, taking him as deep as I could.
By the time he came again, my hole was dripping and sore in the best way. He pulled out slow, watching his load ooze out of me. I reached back and pushed two fingers inside, feeling the slick mess he'd left. "Your turn to ride," he said, lying back. I straddled him and sank down on his cock one more time, letting it slide all the way up into me while I worked my own dick until I came across his chest.
We didn't talk much after that. Just cleaned up enough to pass out. My ass felt used and open, still slick with his cum. Every time I shifted in my sleep I could feel the ghost of his cock sliding in and out.
