Jake spotted him outside the bar at closing time, a tall guy with broad shoulders and a hungry look that said he wanted it rough and fast. No names, no small talk. The stranger jerked his head toward the side alley and Jake followed, cock already thickening in his jeans.
They barely made it past the dumpsters before the guy shoved Jake against the brick wall. “You want this dick?” he growled, voice low and filthy. Jake nodded, dropping to his knees on the dirty pavement.
The stranger unzipped and hauled out a thick, veined cock already leaking at the tip. Jake opened wide and took it straight to the back of his throat, gagging on the heavy length. Spit ran down his chin as he sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks, one hand squeezing the heavy balls.
“Fuck yeah, choke on it,” the guy muttered, grabbing Jake’s hair and thrusting deeper. Jake’s own cock strained against his zipper. He reached down and freed it, stroking fast while he worked the stranger’s shaft with his mouth and tongue. The taste was salty, musky, perfect. Every time the head hit his throat he moaned around it, the vibration making the guy grunt and fuck his face harder.
After a minute the stranger yanked him up, spun him around, and yanked his jeans down to his thighs. Cool night air hit Jake’s bare ass. A rough hand spread his cheeks and a thick finger pushed straight into his hole, dry and insistent. Jake hissed but pushed back, wanting it. “Tight little fuckhole,” the guy said, spitting on his fingers and working two inside, stretching him quick and dirty.
Jake braced his hands on the wall. “Just fuck me already.” The stranger didn’t need more invitation. He spat on his cock, lined up, and shoved in with one hard thrust. Jake’s hole burned around the thick intrusion, stretching wide. The guy didn’t wait for him to adjust; he started pounding right away, hips slapping against Jake’s ass with wet, filthy sounds. Every stroke went deep, nailing his prostate until Jake’s legs shook.
“Take that cock,” the stranger snarled, one hand gripping Jake’s hip hard enough to bruise, the other reaching around to jerk his leaking dick. Jake pushed back into every thrust, moaning loud enough that anyone walking by could hear. The alley smelled like piss and beer and sex. His hole clenched around the pounding shaft, slick now with spit and pre-cum.
The guy pulled out suddenly, spun Jake again, and shoved him to his knees once more. “Open.” Jake did, and the stranger jerked his cock twice before unloading thick ropes across Jake’s tongue and face. Jake swallowed what he could, the rest dripping down his chin onto his shirt. He kept stroking himself and came seconds later, shooting across the pavement while the stranger watched with a satisfied smirk.
They both zipped up without a word. The stranger walked away into the dark. Jake wiped his mouth on his sleeve, legs still trembling, hole sore and used exactly the way he needed. Another night, another raw story to add to the collection.
