I walked into the bar like I owned the place, but my cock was already half-hard just thinking about what I was hunting for. The place smelled like sweat, beer, and cheap cologne. I spotted him right away—tall, broad shoulders, tight jeans that hugged a round ass, and he was nursing a whiskey at the end of the bar. His eyes flicked over me once, then again, lingering on my crotch. That was all the signal I needed.
I bought him a drink without asking. “You looking to get off or just drink alone?” I said, voice low and direct.
He smirked, took the glass, and downed it. “Depends who’s offering the dick.”
“Name’s Jake. Follow me.”
We didn’t waste time with names after that. He followed me down the narrow hallway past the bathrooms to the unmarked door at the back. The backroom was exactly what it sounded like: dim red light, a couple of old couches, the faint sound of someone getting railed in the corner stall. The air was thick with the smell of cum and lube.
He shoved me against the wall the second the door clicked shut. His mouth crashed into mine, tongue pushing deep while his hand grabbed my cock through my jeans and squeezed hard. “Fuck, you’re packing,” he growled.
“Get on your knees and find out how much.”
He dropped fast, unzipped me, and pulled my thick cock out. No teasing. He opened wide and swallowed half of it in one go, throat working tight around the head. I grabbed his hair and fucked his mouth, hips snapping forward. Spit ran down his chin and dripped onto the floor. He gagged but didn’t pull back, just took it deeper until his nose was pressed against my pubes.
“Jesus, you suck cock like you were born for it,” I said, pulling out so strings of spit connected my dick to his lips. “Stand up. Pants down. Now.”
He turned around, shoved his jeans to his ankles, and bent over the arm of the couch. His ass was pale and smooth, hole already twitching. I spat on my fingers and pushed two inside him without warning. He grunted, pushing back onto them.
“More. Stretch me open.”
I added a third finger and twisted, scissoring him open while I stroked my cock with my other hand. Pre-cum leaked from the tip. When he was loose and sloppy, I pulled my fingers out and lined up. No condom. He didn’t ask for one.
I shoved in balls-deep in one thrust. He yelled, a raw sound that echoed off the walls. I didn’t give him time to adjust. I fucked him hard, hips slapping against his ass, the wet sound of my cock pounding his hole filling the room. He reached down and jerked himself while I railed him.
“Fuck, your ass is tight,” I grunted, gripping his hips hard enough to leave marks. “Gonna breed this hole.”
“Do it,” he panted.
“Fill me up.”
I pulled out, flipped him onto his back on the couch, and shoved back in. His legs went over my shoulders. I watched my cock disappear into him over and over, his rim stretched tight around my shaft. Sweat dripped off my chest onto his stomach. He was moaning loud now, jerking his own cock in time with my thrusts.
When I got close I leaned down and bit his neck. “Gonna cum,” I warned.
“Inside. Don’t pull out.”
I slammed in deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping into his guts. He came right after, shooting across his own chest while his ass clenched around me. I stayed buried in him, grinding slow as the last pulses left my cock.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then I pulled out and watched my cum leak from his used hole. He reached down, scooped some up, and licked it off his fingers.
“Round two in ten minutes,” he said, grinning dirty.
I was already getting hard again.
