Jake spotted the guy across the bar and knew he was getting dicked down that night. Tall, broad shoulders, dark eyes that said he didn't waste time with small talk.
Jake bought him a shot, leaned in close, and said straight up, "I want your cock in my ass before the hour's up." The guy, Marcus, didn't blink. He just grabbed Jake's wrist and dragged him out the door.
They barely made it inside Marcus's apartment before clothes hit the floor. Marcus shoved Jake face-first against the wall, yanking his jeans down to his knees. "Spread," he ordered. Jake did, pushing his ass back. Marcus spit on his hole and shoved two thick fingers in without warning. Jake groaned, pushing back harder, taking them deep. Marcus finger-fucked him rough, twisting and scissoring until Jake's cock was leaking against the wall.
Marcus pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one hard thrust. No lube beyond spit, no mercy. Jake yelled as that fat dick stretched him open, balls slapping his ass on the first stroke. Marcus gripped his hips and pounded, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. "Take it," he growled. "Your hole's sucking me like it needs this." Jake pushed back, meeting every thrust, his own cock swinging untouched and dripping.
They moved to the bed. Marcus flipped Jake onto his back, hooked his legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in. The angle hit Jake's prostate dead-on. He cursed and grabbed his own cock, stroking fast while Marcus fucked him like he was trying to break the bed. Sweat dripped, muscles flexed, and the only sounds were grunts, the squelch of lube and spit, and the headboard cracking the wall.
Marcus pulled out, flipped Jake onto all fours, and drove back in even deeper. He reached around and jerked Jake's cock in time with his thrusts. "Gonna fill this ass," he said. Jake begged for it, pushing back until Marcus buried himself to the root and came hard, hot pulses flooding inside. Jake followed right after, shooting across the sheets while his hole clenched around the cock still pumping into him.
They didn't stop. Marcus stayed hard, pulled out slow so cum leaked down Jake's thighs, then shoved back in for round two. Slower this time but still dirty, grinding deep while he reached around to pinch Jake's nipples. Jake came again, shaking, before Marcus unloaded a second load inside him. They collapsed in a sweaty heap, Marcus's cock still twitching in Jake's used hole.
Later, Marcus pulled Jake into the shower, bent him over the tiles, and fucked another load into him under the hot water. By the time they stumbled back to bed, Jake's ass was sore, stretched, and leaking. Marcus pulled him close, one hand resting on his cum-slick hole. "Round four in the morning," he muttered. Jake smiled into the pillow, already half-hard again.
