Jake spotted the guy the second he walked into the bar. Tall, built, with a bulge already pushing against his jeans like he was half-hard just from being there. Jake didn’t waste time. He walked straight over, leaned in close, and said, “You want your cock sucked or you want to fuck an ass raw? Pick one.”
The guy’s name was Marcus. He didn’t answer with words. He grabbed Jake by the belt, dragged him past the pool tables, and shoved open the door to the back storage room. The second the door clicked shut Marcus had his jeans open and his thick, veiny cock out, already leaking at the tip.
“On your knees,” Marcus growled.
Jake dropped. He wrapped his lips around that fat head and sucked hard, tongue sliding over the slit to catch the salty drip. Marcus thrust forward, shoving half his length down Jake’s throat in one push. Jake gagged but didn’t pull back. He relaxed and took it deeper, spit running down his chin while Marcus fucked his face.
“Fuck yeah, choke on it,” Marcus muttered, hands tight in Jake’s hair. He pulled out only long enough to slap his wet cock against Jake’s face, then shoved back in.
Jake’s own dick was aching, trapped in his pants. He reached down and squeezed it while he sucked, but Marcus noticed.
“Get your ass out,” Marcus ordered. “Now.”
Jake stood, shoved his jeans down to his thighs, and turned around. He braced against a stack of crates. Marcus spit on his fingers and shoved two straight into Jake’s hole, no warning. Jake hissed at the stretch but pushed back, wanting more.
“Greedy fuckhole,” Marcus said. He added a third finger, twisting and scissoring until Jake was panting and rocking on the digits. Then Marcus pulled them out and pressed the head of his cock against the hole.
He pushed in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way with one hard thrust. Jake groaned loud, the burn mixing with the heat of being filled. Marcus didn’t give him time to adjust. He started pounding, hips slapping against Jake’s ass, balls swinging and hitting skin with every stroke.
“Take that dick,” Marcus grunted. “Fuck, you’re tight. Gonna breed this hole.”
Jake reached back and spread his cheeks wider.
“Do it. Fill me up.”
Marcus fucked harder, the wet sound of cock slamming into spit-slick hole filling the small room. He reached around and grabbed Jake’s cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts. Jake came first, shooting thick ropes across the crates while his ass clenched around Marcus.
Marcus didn’t stop. He kept driving in until his rhythm broke and he buried himself deep, pulsing hot cum straight into Jake’s guts. He stayed inside, grinding through the aftershocks, pushing every drop as far as it would go.
When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down Jake’s thigh. Marcus scooped some up with two fingers and shoved it back in. “Keep that load in there,” he said. “We’re not done.”
Jake turned around, already getting hard again. “Then fuck me on the floor this time.”
Marcus grinned and pushed him down.
