Mark spotted the guy across the bar, tall and built with a shaved head and thick arms straining his t-shirt. No small talk needed. The look was enough. They left together without a word, cutting down the side alley behind the place where the streetlights barely reached.
The guy shoved Mark against the brick wall, hard. "Name's Rick," he growled, already yanking open Mark's belt. "Don't give a fuck what yours is." His hand went straight down Mark's pants and wrapped around his cock, stroking rough and fast. Mark's dick thickened instantly in that grip, pre-cum already leaking as Rick thumbed the head and spread it.
Rick dropped to his knees on the dirty pavement and took Mark's cock into his mouth in one swallow. No teasing. He sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue flat against the underside while his hand worked the base. Spit ran down Mark's balls. Mark grabbed Rick's head and fucked his face, driving deep until Rick gagged but kept taking it. The wet sounds echoed in the alley. Rick pulled off just long enough to spit on Mark's shaft and say, "Fuck my throat, man. Use it."
Mark did. He pumped in and out, balls slapping Rick's chin, until his legs shook.
Rick stood, spun Mark around, and yanked his pants down to his thighs. He spread Mark's ass cheeks and dove in, tongue pushing straight into his hole. The rimming was filthy and wet, Rick's spit dripping down Mark's crack while he licked and sucked at the tight ring. Mark pushed back against his face, groaning.
Rick stood again and spat into his palm, slicking his own thick cock. He lined up and shoved in without warning. Mark grunted at the stretch, the burn turning fast into heat as Rick bottomed out and started pounding. Each thrust slapped skin on skin, Rick's heavy balls hitting Mark's ass. "Tight fucking hole," Rick muttered, gripping Mark's hips hard enough to bruise. He fucked like he was trying to break him, deep and relentless, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
Mark reached down and jerked his own cock in time with the thrusts. Rick leaned over him, biting at his shoulder, then reached around to twist Mark's nipples. The pace got rougher, Rick's grunts getting louder. He pulled out, flipped Mark to face him, and shoved him to his knees. "Suck it clean," he ordered. Mark opened up and took the cock that had just been in his ass, tasting the mix of spit, pre-cum, and his own ass on it. Rick face-fucked him again, holding his head still.
Rick hauled him up, bent him over a stack of crates this time, and drove back inside. He reached under and stroked Mark's cock while he fucked him. "Gonna fill this ass," he said, voice low and dirty. His thrusts turned short and brutal. Mark felt the cock swell and pulse, then hot cum flooded his hole, thick spurts pumping deep. Rick kept thrusting through it, pushing his load further in.
When he pulled out, cum leaked down Mark's thigh. Rick spun him around, dropped again, and sucked Mark's cock until Mark shot down his throat. Rick swallowed every drop, then stood and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Round two at my place," he said, already tucking away. Mark followed without hesitation, already hard again at the thought of what else Rick would do to him once they got behind a closed door.
