Jake slammed the door behind him and shoved Mike against the wall. "Strip, fucker," he growled. Mike yanked his shirt off, his chest already slick with sweat. Jake dropped his jeans and kicked them away, his thick cock already half-hard and swinging between his legs. He grabbed Mike by the hair and pushed him to his knees. "Suck it. Show me how bad you want that dick."
Mike opened wide and took the head into his mouth, tongue swirling around the crown. Jake thrust forward, burying half his length in one shove. "That's it, choke on it." Spit ran down Mike's chin as Jake face-fucked him, balls slapping against his jaw with every stroke. Mike gagged but kept sucking, hollowing his cheeks and working the shaft with both hands.
Jake pulled out, strings of saliva connecting his cock to Mike's lips. "On the bed. Ass up." Mike scrambled onto all fours. Jake spat on his hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it, teasing the rim. "You read all those nifty stories about guys getting wrecked. Now you're getting it for real." He pushed in slow, then slammed the rest of the way home. Mike grunted, hole stretching around the thick intrusion.
Jake didn't wait. He started pounding, hips snapping hard, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Every thrust drove his cock deep, balls swinging and smacking against Mike's taint. Mike reached back and spread his cheeks wider. "Fuck me harder, man. Use that hole."
Jake grabbed his hips and went at it, long, brutal strokes that made the bed creak. Sweat dripped off his chest onto Mike's back. He reached around and wrapped a fist around Mike's leaking cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts. "You're tight as fuck. Gonna breed this ass."
He pulled out, flipped Mike onto his back, and shoved back in. Missionary let him watch Mike's face while he fucked him. Legs hooked over his shoulders, Jake drilled down, cockhead punching the prostate on every stroke. Mike's cock bounced against his stomach, leaving wet smears. Jake leaned in and kissed him rough, tongues fighting while he kept pounding.
"Flip again," Jake ordered. He pulled out, spun Mike onto his stomach, and mounted him from behind in a deep prone position. His full weight pressed down as he rutted in short, savage jabs, grinding his cock as deep as it would go. Mike moaned into the mattress, hole clenching around the invading shaft. Jake reached under and pinched a nipple, twisting it while he fucked.
They switched again. Jake sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Mike onto his lap, facing him. Mike sank down on the cock, taking it all the way. He rode hard, bouncing and grinding, ass cheeks slapping against Jake's thighs. Jake's hands gripped his waist, guiding the motion, then slid down to spread those cheeks and watch his own cock disappear into the stretched hole.
"Jack yourself," Jake said. Mike stroked his own dick fast while he rode. Pre-cum drooled from the tip onto Jake's abs. Jake thrust up to meet every drop of Mike's hips, driving deeper. "Gonna fill you up. You want my load?"
Mike nodded, panting.
"Shoot it in me. Breed my fucking ass."
Jake stood, holding Mike impaled on his cock, and fucked him standing. Mike's legs wrapped around his waist. The position let Jake slam upward with full power, cockhead battering Mike's prostate until his own dick started pulsing untouched. Mike came first, ropes of cum shooting between their bodies, splattering chests and chins. His hole clamped down tight.
That squeeze pushed Jake over. He buried himself to the root and unloaded, hot pulses of cum flooding Mike's guts. He kept thrusting through it, pushing the load deeper with every spurt until it leaked out around his cock and ran down Mike's balls.
They collapsed on the bed, still connected. Jake stayed inside, slowly softening, cum oozing out with every tiny movement. Mike reached back and rubbed the mess around his stretched rim. "Fuck, that was better than any story."
Jake grinned against his neck. "Round two in ten. I'm not done using that ass tonight."
