Jake spotted him the second he walked into the gym locker room. New guy, late twenties, broad shoulders, tight shorts hugging a heavy bulge. Jake had come straight from work, still in his button-down, but his cock twitched the moment their eyes met. No small talk needed. The place was empty after hours, just the hum of fluorescent lights and the smell of sweat and soap.
"You look like you want something," the new guy said, voice low and rough. He dropped his gym bag and stepped closer, already palming the outline of his dick through the fabric.
Jake didn't hesitate. "Yeah. I want that cock in my mouth." He sank to his knees right there on the cold tile, fingers yanking down the guy's shorts. The cock sprang free, thick, veined, half-hard and already leaking. Jake wrapped his hand around the base and gave it a firm stroke. "Fuck, that's a nice one."
The new guy groaned and grabbed the back of Jake's head. "Suck it then. No teasing."
Jake opened wide and took the head in, tongue swirling over the salty slit. He sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, pushing forward until the fat shaft stretched his lips. Spit ran down his chin as he bobbed, taking more each time. The guy was thick enough to make his jaw ache, but Jake loved it. He gagged once, pulled back, then dove in again, nose pressing into trimmed pubes.
"Shit, you're good at this," the guy muttered, hips starting to thrust. "Deep throat that cock."
Jake relaxed his throat and let the head push in until his nose was buried. He held there, swallowing around the shaft, eyes watering. When he pulled off for air, strings of spit connected his lips to the glistening cock. He licked from base to tip, then sucked one heavy ball into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue while his hand worked the wet shaft.
The guy cursed and pulled him back up. "Open." He shoved back in, fucking Jake's mouth in short, hard strokes. Jake's own cock was rock hard in his pants, leaking, but he didn't touch it. This was about the cock in front of him. He reached up, grabbed the guy's ass, and pulled him deeper, letting his throat get used like a fuck toy.
Minutes passed in wet, sloppy sounds.
Spit dripped onto Jake's shirt. The guy got rougher, hands tight in Jake's hair, balls slapping his chin. "Gonna feed you a load," he growled. "You swallow every drop."
Jake moaned around the cock in answer. He felt it swell, tasted the first pulse of thick cum on his tongue. He kept sucking, milking it, swallowing as fast as he could while the guy pumped shot after shot down his throat. Some spilled out the corner of his mouth, but he licked it up when the guy finally pulled free, still half-hard and shiny.
The new guy smirked down at him. "My place is two blocks away. You can suck it again after I fuck your throat properly on my couch."
Jake wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood. "Lead the way."
They didn't make it to the couch. The guy's apartment door barely closed before Jake was on his knees again, this time with the guy's full balls resting on his chin while he worked the cock with both hands and mouth. He sucked slow and dirty, twisting his wrist on every upstroke, tongue pressing hard under the head. The guy leaned against the wall, watching, calling him a cock-hungry slut between moans.
By the time the second load hit his tongue, Jake's own pants were open and he was stroking himself in time. He came with the cock still in his mouth, cum splashing the floor while he swallowed every drop the guy gave him.
They ended up on the floor, the new guy feeding Jake his softening cock again just to feel the aftershocks. Jake licked it clean, savoring the taste, already thinking about the next time he'd drop to his knees for that thick meat.
