Jake shoved Mike against the motel wall the second the door clicked shut. "Strip," he growled, already yanking his own shirt off. Mike dropped his jeans and kicked them away, his thick cock already half-hard and hanging heavy. Jake grabbed it, squeezing the shaft hard. "This is going in me raw."
Mike spat in his hand and stroked himself once, twice, making the head slick. Jake turned, bent over the bed, and spread his cheeks with both hands. "Slide it in slow. I want to feel every inch."
The blunt head pressed against Jake's hole. Mike pushed, the crown stretching the ring until it popped inside. Jake grunted, pushing back. Inch by inch, Mike's cock slid deeper, the thick shaft dragging along tight walls. "Fuck, you're opening up nice," Mike said, voice low and rough. He bottomed out, balls pressed to Jake's ass, and held still so they both felt the full slide.
Then he pulled back, the shaft dragging out until just the head stayed inside. He pushed in again, faster this time, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. Jake's hole gripped every vein and ridge. "Harder," Jake demanded. "Slide that cock all the way in and out."
Mike gripped Jake's hips and started fucking in steady strokes. Each thrust buried him to the root, then dragged most of the way out before slamming back. Jake's cock swung between his legs, dripping on the floor. "Feel that?" Mike rasped. "My cock sliding through your guts." He changed angle, grinding the head against Jake's prostate on every deep push.
Jake reached back and spread himself wider. "Don't stop. Keep sliding it in and out just like that." Mike obeyed, pace picking up until the bed creaked and their bodies slapped together. Sweat slicked Mike's chest as he leaned over Jake's back, still driving in long, deliberate strokes that let them both savor the full length disappearing and reappearing.
They switched positions without pulling out. Jake climbed onto the bed on all fours. Mike stayed buried, then started thrusting again, the angle letting his cock slide even deeper. Jake pushed back to meet every stroke. "Your hole's sucking me in," Mike said. "Tight and hot around my cock."
Jake reached under and stroked himself in time with the thrusts. Precome leaked steadily from his slit. Mike's balls slapped against him with every full slide. The room smelled like sweat and sex. Mike spat again, letting it run down his shaft where it was already buried, making the next pull-out even slicker.
"Flip," Mike ordered. Jake rolled onto his back, legs spread wide. Mike hooked Jake's knees over his elbows and sank back in with one smooth thrust. From this angle they could both watch the cock sliding in and out, the shaft shiny with spit and precome. Jake's hole clenched visibly around the base on every downstroke. "Look at that," Mike muttered. "Cock disappearing inside you."
He fucked harder now, short powerful jabs mixed with long full slides. Jake's cock lay on his stomach, leaking a puddle. Mike reached down and rubbed the head against Jake's prostate from inside, making Jake curse and buck. "Gonna come if you keep sliding it there," Jake warned.
Mike slowed again, drawing out the moment. He pulled almost all the way out, the head catching on the rim, then pushed back in until his pubes touched Jake's ass. They repeated it, both watching the slow, explicit motion. "Feels so fucking good," Jake said. "Your cock sliding in and out like it owns me."
Mike's breathing turned ragged. He dropped Jake's legs and leaned in for a brutal kiss, hips never stopping their steady rhythm. Jake wrapped his legs around Mike's waist, locking him in deep. The thrusts turned shorter and sharper, the cock grinding inside rather than sliding long distances.
Jake came first, untouched, ropes shooting up his chest while his hole pulsed around Mike's shaft.
Mike kept sliding through the clenching, drawing the orgasm out until Jake was shaking. Then Mike pulled out, stroked twice, and painted Jake's hole and taint with thick spurts. He pushed back in one last time, sliding through his own come, and stayed there until he softened.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, the mess between them warm and sticky. Mike finally eased out, watching his cock slide free. Jake's hole stayed open a moment before closing, come leaking out. Neither spoke. The only sound was the hum of the motel air conditioner and their slowing breaths.
