I spotted him at the bar, young and hungry, eyes locked on my crotch like he already knew what he wanted. "You look like you need a hand," I said, stepping close enough for him to smell the sweat and beer on me. He licked his lips and nodded. "Name's Jake.
Touch my gay cock, boy. Right here if you want."
We skipped the small talk and went straight to my apartment. The door barely shut before I shoved him against it, grinding my hardening dick against his thigh. "Strip," I ordered. Jake peeled off his shirt, then his jeans, his own cock already leaking. I grabbed his wrist and pressed his palm flat against my bulge. "Feel that? That's what you're here for."
I yanked my pants down and let my thick shaft spring free. "Touch it," I growled. His fingers wrapped around me, stroking slow at first, then faster when I bucked into his fist. "That's it, boy. Jerk my gay cock like you mean it." Precum slicked his grip, making every pump wet and filthy. I reached down and grabbed his ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
We moved to the bedroom without breaking contact. I pushed him onto the bed on all fours, spreading his cheeks to spit on his hole. "Gonna fuck you raw," I told him, lining up. He moaned and pushed back. My cockhead breached him inch by inch until I was buried balls-deep. "Fuck, you're tight. Touch my gay cock while I pound you."
Jake reached between his legs, fingers brushing my shaft every time I thrust. The slap of skin filled the room. I grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. "Say it. Say you want this gay cock." He gasped the words out, voice breaking with every slam of my hips. I reached around and wrapped my hand over his on his own dick, making him stroke himself in time with my fucking.
We switched positions fast. I flipped him onto his back, legs over my shoulders, and drove in deeper. Sweat dripped off me onto his chest. "Look at you taking every inch like a good boy," I grunted. His hole clenched around me, milking my shaft. I slowed just enough to make him beg, then hammered back in, balls slapping his ass.
Jake came first, shooting thick ropes across his stomach while I kept fucking through it. The sight pushed me over. I buried myself to the root and unloaded, flooding his guts with hot cum. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside him.
Later, in the shower, he dropped to his knees without being told. "Again," he said, and I fed him my half-hard dick. "Touch my gay cock, boy. Suck it clean." His mouth worked me back to full stiffness, tongue swirling around the head before taking me deep. I fucked his throat slow and steady until I painted his tongue white a second time.
We didn't sleep much that night. Every time he reached for me I gave him morebent over the couch, riding me on the floor, pinned to the wall with his legs locked around my waist. By morning he was sore, marked, and smiling like he'd found exactly what he came for. I sent him home with my load still inside him and my number in his phone. "Call when you need another round," I said. He just nodded, already hard again at the thought.
