Jake logged onto the site looking for porn gay sex stories but ended up living one. He was horny as hell after a long shift, dick already half-hard in his jeans when he clicked on the backroom hookup ad. The message was blunt: "Horny top looking for tight ass at the club basement. No names, just cum." Jake replied with a dick pic and got an address in under a minute.
He walked into the dark club basement and spotted the guy immediately. Tall, broad shoulders, shaved head, black tank top stretched over muscle. The guy nodded once and led him past the bar into a narrow hallway lined with doors. They pushed into the last room, nothing but a stained couch, a dim red light, and the smell of sweat and lube.
"Strip," the guy said, voice low and rough.
Jake yanked off his shirt and dropped his jeans. His cock sprang up, thick and leaking. The guy shoved him onto the couch face down, ass up. No slow build. Two thick fingers shoved straight into Jake's hole, twisting and stretching without warning. Jake grunted, pushing back. "Fuck yeah, open me up."
The guy spat on his own cock, a fat eight-incher already rock hard, and pressed the head against Jake's hole.
One hard thrust and he was buried balls deep. Jake groaned loud, the burn mixing with that deep gut punch of pleasure. The guy didn't wait. He started pounding, hips slamming, balls slapping against Jake's ass with every stroke. Skin on skin, wet and filthy.
"Take that dick," the guy growled, gripping Jake's hips hard enough to bruise. He pulled out almost all the way then rammed back in, over and over. Jake's cock swung between his legs, dripping onto the couch. Precum strung from the tip. He reached down and jerked himself in time with the thrusts.
The guy pulled out, flipped Jake onto his back, and shoved his legs up. He slammed back in, now watching Jake's face twist with every deep fuck. Sweat dripped from the guy's chest onto Jake's stomach. The room filled with the sound of raw fucking: wet squelch of lube and spit, heavy breathing, skin slapping.
"Fuck my hole," Jake said, voice ragged. "Use it."
The guy leaned down and spat in Jake's mouth. Jake swallowed and opened wider for more. The guy kept drilling, angle perfect, hitting that spot that made Jake's toes curl. Jake's cock throbbed untouched now, close already. He grabbed it again and stroked fast.
The guy pulled out suddenly, flipped Jake again, and pushed him to his knees. He fed his cock straight into Jake's mouth, still slick from ass. Jake sucked greedily, tasting himself, gagging when the guy grabbed his head and fucked his throat. Spit ran down Jake's chin onto his chest. The guy pulled back, jerked his cock twice, and shot thick ropes across Jake's face and tongue. Hot cum hit his lips and cheek.
Jake swallowed what he could, then the guy dropped down, took Jake's cock in his mouth, and sucked hard. Two fingers went back into Jake's stretched hole, hooking and rubbing. Jake came with a shout, pumping load after load down the guy's throat. The guy swallowed every drop, then pulled off and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
They stayed like that a minute, breathing heavy. Then the guy stood, pulled on his pants, and walked out without a word. Jake wiped his face, got dressed, and left the room with cum still drying on his skin. Outside, the night air hit him. He already knew he'd be back for the next porn gay sex stories session.
