Jake spotted the guy across the crowded bar, tall and built with thick arms straining his black t-shirt. Their eyes locked and the stranger nodded toward the hallway in back. Jake followed without a word, heart pounding as they pushed through the door into the dim storage room stacked with crates. The door clicked shut behind them.
The stranger shoved Jake against the wall, mouth crashing down hard. Their tongues tangled wet and rough while hands ripped at belts. "Name's Mike," the guy growled, yanking Jake's jeans open. "Don't care. Just suck my cock."
Jake dropped to his knees on the concrete floor. Mike's dick sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip. Jake wrapped his lips around the head and sucked hard, tongue swirling over the slit to taste the salty precum. Mike grabbed his hair and thrust deeper, fucking Jake's mouth in steady strokes. "Yeah, take it all the way. Choke on that dick."
Spit ran down Jake's chin as Mike pumped in and out. The room filled with wet sucking sounds and Mike's low grunts. Jake reached down to stroke his own aching cock, but Mike pulled out and hauled him up. "Turn around. Hands on the crates."
Jake obeyed, kicking his jeans down to his ankles. Mike spat into his palm and rubbed it over Jake's hole, two fingers shoving inside without warning. Jake hissed at the stretch, pushing back for more. Mike worked the fingers in and out, scissoring them open while his free hand slapped Jake's ass cheek hard enough to sting. "Tight fucking hole. Gonna wreck it."
He pulled the fingers free and pressed the fat head of his cock against Jake's entrance. One hard shove and he buried halfway inside. Jake groaned, body clenching around the invasion. Mike didn't wait, driving the rest of the way in until his balls slapped skin. He set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward, each thrust punching the air from Jake's lungs.
"Fuck, you're huge," Jake panted, gripping the crates. Mike reached around and fisted Jake's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Precum slicked his palm as he jerked fast and rough. The slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls.
Mike pulled out suddenly and spun Jake around again, lifting him onto a low stack of crates. Jake's legs wrapped around Mike's waist as the bigger man slammed back in. Sweat dripped from Mike's forehead onto Jake's chest. They locked eyes while Mike pounded deeper, angling to hit that spot inside that made Jake's vision blur. "Right there, don't stop," Jake begged.
Mike's hand returned to Jake's cock, thumb rubbing over the head on every upstroke. Jake felt his balls tighten, orgasm building fast. He came with a shout, ropes of cum shooting across his own stomach and Mike's fist. His hole clenched tight around Mike's dick, milking it.
Mike kept thrusting through the spasms, chasing his own release. "Gonna fill you up," he grunted, then buried deep and unloaded. Hot pulses flooded Jake's ass, leaking out around the shaft as Mike kept rocking through it. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, until Mike finally pulled free with a wet sound.
Jake slid off the crates on shaky legs, cum trickling down his thigh. Mike tucked himself away and gave Jake a crooked grin. "Same time next week?" Jake nodded, already pulling his jeans up. The door opened and they slipped back into the bar separately, the taste of salt still on Jake's tongue and the ache in his ass promising more.
