Jake slammed the door behind him, the cheap motel room smelling like stale smoke and cheap cologne. Ryan stood by the bed, shirt already off, his chest broad and marked with old scars from the system they both escaped. They had been foster brothers once, thrown together at sixteen in a house that didn't give a fuck. Now at twenty-five, the years apart had only made the hunger worse.
"Fuck, you got bigger," Ryan growled, stepping close. He grabbed Jake's belt and yanked it open, fingers rough as he shoved Jake's jeans down. Jake's cock sprang free, already hard and leaking. Ryan wrapped a fist around it and stroked once, hard and direct. "Still that thick piece I used to stare at in the shower."
Jake grunted and pushed Ryan onto the bed. He dropped to his knees, yanking Ryan's pants off. Ryan's cock was long and veined, the head dark and wet. Jake didn't tease. He opened his mouth and took it straight down, lips stretching around the girth, tongue flat against the underside as he swallowed halfway in one go. Ryan's hips jerked up, fucking into his throat.
"Yeah, suck that dick," Ryan said, voice low and filthy. "Choke on it like you wanted to back then."
Jake pulled off with a wet sound, spit dripping from his chin. He spat on Ryan's cock and stroked it fast. "Shut up and spread your legs. I been thinking about wrecking this ass for years."
Ryan flipped onto his stomach, ass up. Jake spread the cheeks and spat right on the hole, watching it clench. He rubbed two fingers through the spit and pushed them in without warning, twisting deep. Ryan groaned into the pillow, pushing back. Jake finger-fucked him hard, scissoring, stretching that tight ring until it gave.
"More," Ryan demanded. "Put your cock in me. Breed that hole."
Jake lined up and drove in. The head popped past the ring and the rest followed in one long thrust until his balls slapped Ryan's ass. He didn't stop. He fucked raw and steady, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. Ryan's hole gripped him tight, hot and slick from spit and precome.
"Fuck yeah, take it," Jake snarled, pounding deeper. He reached under and grabbed Ryan's cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts. "This what you wanted? Your foster brother's dick splitting you open?"
Ryan pushed back harder, meeting every slam. "Deeper, you bastard. Pound my guts."
Jake pulled out, flipped Ryan onto his back, and shoved back in. He hooked Ryan's legs over his shoulders and drilled down, cock disappearing balls-deep with every stroke. Sweat dripped from his chest onto Ryan's. He leaned in and they kissed messy, tongues fighting while Jake kept fucking.
Ryan came first, untouched, cock pulsing thick ropes across his own stomach. His ass clamped down, milking Jake's dick. Jake lasted three more brutal thrusts before he buried himself to the root and unloaded, flooding Ryan's hole with hot come. He stayed inside, grinding through the aftershocks, come leaking out around his shaft.
They stayed like that, breathing hard. Jake finally pulled out slow, watching his load drip from Ryan's used hole. Ryan reached down, scooped some up, and licked his fingers clean.
"Round two in the shower," Ryan said. "Then you can sit on my cock."
Jake grinned, already getting hard again. The old house rules didn't apply anymore. They had the whole night and years of pent-up need to burn through.
