Jake spotted the guy across the bar and knew right away he wanted to fuck him. The stranger was built thick, shoulders broad, jeans tight around a fat ass. Jake downed his beer, walked straight over, and grabbed the guy by the belt loop.
"Name's Jake. You look like you need a cock in you tonight."
The guy smirked, eyes dropping to Jake's crotch. "Mike. And yeah, I do. Your place or mine?"
They didn't bother with small talk after that. Mike's apartment was two blocks away. The door barely closed before Jake shoved him against the wall and kissed him hard, tongues sliding wet and messy. Jake's hands went straight to Mike's jeans, yanking them open. Mike's cock sprang out, already half-hard and thick.
"Fuck, look at that dick," Jake growled. He dropped to his knees on the spot and swallowed Mike down in one go. Mike groaned loud, hips jerking forward. Jake sucked rough, no teasing, just wet slurping sounds filling the room as he bobbed his head fast. Spit ran down Mike's balls. Jake pulled off long enough to spit on the head and stroke it with a tight fist.
"Get your clothes off," Mike said, voice rough. "I want that cock too."
They stripped fast. Jake's dick was long and veined, leaking at the tip. Mike pushed him onto the couch and returned the favor, sucking Jake deep while fingering his own hole to get ready. The sounds were filthy—gagging, wet sucking, Mike moaning around the shaft.
"Turn around," Jake ordered after a minute. "I need to fuck that ass now."
Mike bent over the arm of the couch, spreading his cheeks. Jake spit on his hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. No lube beyond spit and precome. He pushed in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way when Mike pushed back. Mike cursed, gripping the cushions.
"Goddamn, you're tight," Jake said. He started thrusting hard, skin slapping loud. Each stroke went balls deep. Mike reached back to spread himself wider. Jake grabbed his hips and pounded faster, the couch creaking under them.
"Harder," Mike demanded. "Fuck me like you mean it."
Jake did. He pulled almost all the way out and rammed back in, over and over. Sweat dripped down his chest. Mike's cock swung between his legs, dripping onto the floor. Jake reached around and jerked it in time with his thrusts.
They switched positions on the floor. Mike rode him reverse, bouncing on Jake's cock while Jake smacked his ass red. "Yeah, take it all," Jake grunted. "Ride that dick like a slut."
Mike's moans got louder. He leaned forward, hands on Jake's thighs, and worked his hips in tight circles. Jake thrust up to meet him, nailing his prostate until Mike's cock jerked untouched and he shot ropes across the carpet.
Jake wasn't done. He flipped Mike onto his back, hooked his legs over his shoulders, and fucked him missionary style, deep and steady. Mike's hole clenched around him. Jake leaned down, biting at Mike's neck while he pounded.
"Fill me up," Mike said. "Shoot that load in my ass."
Jake's rhythm broke. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing thick inside Mike. He stayed there, grinding through the aftershocks, both of them breathing heavy.
They didn't move right away. Jake pulled out slow, watching his come leak out of Mike's stretched hole. Mike reached down, scooped some up, and licked it off his fingers.
"Round two in the shower?" Mike asked, already getting hard again.
Jake grinned. "Fuck yes."
