The bar smelled like cheap beer and sweat when Mike spotted him. Tall, broad shoulders, a scruffy beard and arms covered in ink. The guy was nursing a whiskey at the end of the bar, eyes locked on Mike like he already knew what was coming. Mike didnt waste time. He walked straight over, leaned in close, and said low, You look like you need a hole to fuck tonight.
The stranger grinned, teeth flashing. Names Derek. And yeah, I do. You offering that tight ass?
Fuck yes. My place is two blocks away. Lets go.
They didnt even finish their drinks. Out on the street Derek grabbed Mikes ass hard through his jeans, squeezing the muscle. Gonna wreck this, he muttered.
Mikes cock was already stiff, pressing against his zipper. By the time they hit the apartment door they were kissing rough, tongues shoving, teeth scraping. Derek shoved Mike inside and slammed the door.
Strip, Derek ordered. Mike yanked his shirt off, kicked off his boots, shoved his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and leaking. Derek stared, then dropped his own pants. His dick was bigger, veiny, uncut, already hard and dripping. On your knees.
Mike dropped fast. Derek grabbed his hair and fed him that cock in one push. Mike opened wide, taking it deep until his nose hit pubes. The taste was salty, musky, real. Derek started thrusting, fucking Mikes throat with short, hard strokes. Thats it, choke on it. Get it sloppy.
Spit ran down Mikes chin. He gagged but didnt pull back. Derek pulled out, strings of spit connecting them, then slapped his wet cock across Mikes face. Turn around. Hands on the couch.
Mike bent over, spreading his legs. Derek dropped to his knees behind him and buried his face in Mikes ass. His tongue pushed straight in, licking and spitting, getting the hole wet and open. Mike moaned loud, pushing back. Derek added two fingers, then three, pumping them in and out, stretching him rough. This holes hungry. You been waiting for a real cock all week?
Fuck, yeah. Give it to me.
Derek stood, lined up, and shoved in. One long thrust and he was balls deep. Mike grunted, the burn mixing with pure heat. Derek didnt wait. He started pounding, hips slapping loud against Mikes ass. Every thrust went deep, the head of his cock dragging over Mikes prostate. Mike reached down and jerked his own dick in time.
Harder, Mike growled. Derek obliged, gripping Mikes hips and slamming in faster. The couch creaked. Sweat dripped. Derek reached around, wrapped a fist around Mikes cock, and stroked it while he fucked. Gonna fill this ass. You want my load?
Pump it in me. Breed that hole.
Dereks rhythm turned brutal. He fucked like he was angry at it, grunting with every thrust. Mikes legs shook. His own orgasm hit sudden and hard; he shot ropes across the couch cushions while Derek kept driving into him. Derek didnt slow down. He used the clenching hole until his balls tightened and he buried himself to the root, flooding Mike with hot cum. Mike felt every pulse.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Derek pulled out slow, watching his load leak down Mikes thigh. Dont move. He pushed two fingers back inside, scooping out some of the mess and feeding it to Mike. Mike sucked them clean.
Dereks cock was still half-hard. He spun Mike around and shoved him onto the couch on his back. Legs up. Mike hooked his knees to his chest. Derek climbed on, slid back inside the messy hole, and started fucking again, slower this time but just as deep. Cum squelched out around his shaft with every thrust. He leaned down and kissed Mike filthy, sharing the taste.
They switched positions twice more. First Mike riding, bouncing on that thick cock until his own dick slapped against his stomach. Then Derek bent him over the kitchen counter and took him standing, one hand around Mikes throat, the other jerking him off again until Mike came a second time, weaker but still intense. Derek followed, adding another load deep inside.
By the time they collapsed on the bed, both were soaked in sweat and cum. Derek pulled Mike against him, still half inside. Round two in an hour, he said, voice rough. Mike just nodded, already half-asleep with a satisfied ache in his ass and the taste of another man still on his tongue. The night wasnt over yet.
