Mark spotted him the second he walked into the dingy bar on the edge of town. Tall, built like a brick shithouse, with a shaved head and tattoos crawling up his thick forearms. The guy was leaning against the bar, nursing a beer, eyes scanning the room like he was hunting. Mark knew that look. Hed seen it in every gay bar hed ever cruised. The guy wanted to fuck, and he wanted it rough.
Mark didnt waste time. He walked straight over, ordered a whiskey, and said, You look like you need a hole to wreck.
The stranger smirked. Names Derek. You offering?
Mark. And yeah. Backrooms open. You coming or just talking shit?
Derek slammed his beer down and followed. The backroom was exactly what it sounded like: a dimly lit space with a couple of old couches, a table, and the smell of sweat and lube already hanging in the air. No one else was there yet. Perfect.
Derek shoved Mark against the wall the second the door closed. Strip. I wanna see what Im about to wreck.
Mark yanked his shirt off, then his jeans, kicking them aside. His cock was already hard, thick and leaking. Derek stared, then grabbed it hard, squeezing the shaft. Nice piece. Bet it tastes even better.
He dropped to his knees and swallowed Mark down in one go. No teasing, just wet, sloppy suction. Dereks tongue worked the underside while his throat opened up, taking every inch until his nose pressed into Marks pubes. Mark groaned and grabbed Dereks head, fucking his face in short, hard thrusts. Spit ran down Dereks chin, dripping onto the floor.
Fuck yeah, choke on it, Mark growled. Derek pulled off, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the cockhead, then dove back in, gagging but not stopping.
After a minute Derek stood up, wiped his mouth, and barked, Turn around.
Hands on the table.
Mark obeyed. Derek spit on his fingers and shoved two straight into Marks ass without warning. Mark hissed at the burn but pushed back, taking them deeper. Derek worked them fast, scissoring, stretching, then added a third. Tight little hole. Gonna open you up good.
He pulled his fingers out, spat into his palm, and slicked his own cock. It was a monsterlong, veiny, and already rock-hard. Derek lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Mark shouted, pain and pleasure mixing as his ass clenched around the invasion.
Derek didnt give him time to adjust. He started pounding, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Every thrust bottomed out, Dereks heavy balls smacking Marks taint. Take that cock, you dirty fuck, Derek snarled. Your ass is mine tonight.
Mark pushed back, meeting every thrust. Harder, asshole. Wreck it.
Derek grabbed Marks hips and went feral, fucking like he wanted to break him. The table creaked under them. Sweat dripped from Dereks chest onto Marks back. Mark reached down and jerked his own cock in time with the brutal rhythm, precum flying from the tip.
Derek pulled out suddenly, spun Mark around, and shoved him to his knees again. Clean it off. Mark sucked the cock that had just been in his ass, tasting lube, sweat, and his own musk. Derek face-fucked him for a few strokes, then hauled him up and bent him over the table again, this time on his back with legs spread wide.
He drove back in, deeper at this angle, pounding Marks prostate with every stroke. Marks cock bounced against his stomach, leaking steadily. Derek wrapped a big hand around it and stroked in rough time with his thrusts. Gonna make you shoot all over yourself while I breed this hole.
Marks orgasm hit first. He came hard, ropes of thick cum splattering his chest and stomach, some hitting his chin. His ass clamped down, milking Dereks cock. Derek groaned, buried himself to the root, and unloaded deep inside, flooding Marks guts with hot, pulsing jets of cum. He kept thrusting through it, pushing the load deeper until it started leaking out around his shaft.
They stayed locked together for a minute, breathing hard. Derek finally pulled out, watching his cum drip from Marks stretched hole. He scooped some up with two fingers and shoved them into Marks mouth. Taste it.
Mark sucked the fingers clean, then grinned. Round two in ten minutes. My turn to fuck you.
Derek laughed, low and filthy. Bring it, bitch.
