Jake spotted him the second he walked into the bar. Tall, broad shoulders stretching a tight black tee, stubble on a square jaw, and eyes that said he was looking for trouble. The place was packed but the back hallway had that dim red light and the door marked "Staff Only" that everyone knew wasn't really off-limits after midnight.
He didn't waste time. Walked straight over, leaned in close enough that his breath hit the guy's ear. "You here to drink or to get your dick sucked?"
The stranger smirked, voice low and rough. "Both. But the sucking sounds better right now."
Five minutes later they were in the backroom, door kicked shut behind them. The guy shoved Jake against the wall, hands already yanking his belt open. "Name's Ryan. Don't need yours unless you're screaming it."
Jake laughed once, short and dirty, then groaned when Ryan's hand wrapped around his cock and gave it two hard strokes. "Fuck, you're thick."
Ryan dropped to his knees without another word. He sucked the head in deep, tongue working the underside while his fist pumped the base. No teasing, just wet, sloppy suction that made Jake's hips jerk forward. Spit ran down Ryan's chin as he took more, gagging himself on purpose, throat squeezing tight around the shaft.
Jake grabbed a fistful of hair and fucked his mouth in short thrusts. "That's it, choke on it. Get it nice and wet for your ass."
Ryan pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting his lips to the glistening cock. He stood, spun around, and shoved his jeans down to his thighs. "Then fuck it. Hard."
Jake didn't need more invitation. He spat in his palm, rubbed it over his cock, and lined up. Ryan braced against the wall. The first push in was tight, hot, and perfect. Ryan grunted, pushing back until Jake was buried balls-deep in one rough thrust.
"Fuck yes," Ryan hissed. "Pound me."
Jake did exactly that. He gripped Ryan's hips and slammed into him, the slap of skin loud in the small room. Each stroke was deep and brutal, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. Ryan's hole clenched around him, greedy, taking every inch. Sweat slicked their skin fast. Jake reached around and jerked Ryan's cock in time with his thrusts, thumb smearing the leaking pre-cum.
"Harder," Ryan demanded. "Make it hurt."
Jake obliged, fucking him like he wanted to break the wall. The rhythm turned nasty, fast and relentless. Ryan's moans got louder, turning into filthy curses every time Jake's cock nailed his prostate. "Right there, you bastard. Fuck that spot."
They switched positions without pulling out. Ryan bent over an old table, legs spread wider. Jake climbed up behind him and kept railing him, one hand pressing between Ryan's shoulder blades to keep him down. The wet sound of fucking filled the room, mixed with heavy breathing and the occasional slap of Jake's hand on Ryan's ass cheek.
Ryan came first, shooting thick ropes across the table while his ass spasmed around Jake's cock. Jake didn't slow down. He fucked him straight through the orgasm, chasing his own. When he was close he pulled out, spun Ryan around, and shoved him to his knees again.
"Open."
Ryan opened his mouth, tongue out. Jake stroked once, twice, and unloaded across his face and tongue, thick spurts painting him. Ryan swallowed what landed in his mouth and licked the rest from his lips like he was starving for it.
They stayed there catching their breath, clothes half off, the smell of sex heavy in the air. Ryan wiped his face with the back of his hand and grinned. "Same time next week?"
Jake tucked himself away and nodded. "Count on it."
Outside the backroom the bar noise swallowed them again, but the raw ache in both their bodies promised this was only the first chapter of their night.
