Jake spotted the guy the second he walked into the dive bar. Tall, thick shoulders, tight black t-shirt stretched over a solid chest, jeans hugging a round ass. Their eyes locked across the room. No smiles, no bullshit. Just a hard stare that said exactly what they both wanted.
Ten minutes later they were in the filthy backroom the bartender pretended didnt exist. The door slammed shut. The stranger shoved Jake against the wall, mouth crashing into his, tongue pushing deep while rough hands grabbed his cock through his jeans.
Fuck, youre already hard, the guy growled, squeezing.
Shut up and get it out, Jake answered, yanking the mans belt open. The thick cock that sprang free was heavy, veined, already leaking. Jake wrapped his fist around it and stroked once, hard.
The stranger spun him around, yanked Jakes jeans down to his thighs, and spit on his own fingers. Two thick digits shoved straight into Jakes hole, no warning, just rough and fast.
Goddamn, youre tight, the guy muttered, finger-fucking him open. Gonna stretch this ass good.
Jake pushed back on the fingers. Then stop talking and fuck me.
The man pulled his fingers out, lined up, and drove in with one brutal thrust.
Jake grunted, forehead hitting the wall, the burn mixing with the rush of being filled. The stranger didnt wait. He started pounding, hips slapping loud against Jakes ass, balls swinging heavy.
Take it, the guy snarled, gripping Jakes hips hard enough to bruise. Fucking take every inch.
Jake reached down and jerked his own cock in time with the thrusts. The room smelled like sweat, beer, and sex. Every slam drove the stranger deeper, hitting the spot that made Jakes knees shake.
They switched fast. The guy pulled out, spun Jake, and shoved him to his knees. Jake opened his mouth and took the cock straight down his throat, tasting his own ass on it. The stranger fucked his face, hands in Jakes hair, using his mouth like a hole.
Swallow it, he ordered. Jake did, gagging but taking it.
Then the guy hauled him up, bent him over a stack of crates, and sank back in. This time he went slower, grinding deep, rolling his hips so his cock dragged over Jakes prostate on every stroke.
Fuck yeah, right there, Jake groaned. Dont stop.
The stranger reached around and stroked Jakes cock while he fucked him. Pre-cum dripped onto the dirty floor. The pace picked up again, hard and relentless, skin slapping, both men breathing ragged.
Jake came first, shooting thick ropes across the crates, ass clenching around the cock inside him. The stranger swore, buried himself to the root, and unloaded, pulsing hot cum deep in Jakes guts.
They stayed locked together for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then the guy pulled out, tucked his wet cock away, and walked out without a word.
Jake stayed bent over the crates a moment longer, cum leaking down his thigh, already wondering how soon he could come back for round two.
