Two strangers locked eyes across the dim bar, and within minutes Jake had the guy pressed against the alley wall behind the place. No names at first, just hands grabbing and mouths crashing hard. The stranger shoved his tongue in deep, tasting like whiskey and smoke, while his hand went straight for Jake's crotch, squeezing the growing bulge through denim.
"Fuck, you're hard already," the guy growled, yanking Jake's zipper down. He pulled out Jake's thick cock and stroked it rough, thumb smearing the bead of precum over the head. Jake groaned and pushed his hips forward, fucking into that tight fist. He reached down and freed the other man's dick too, both of them thick, veiny, and leaking. They jerked each other fast and sloppy right there in the shadows, the wet sounds of skin on skin echoing off the bricks.
The guy spun Jake around and kicked his feet apart. "You want it?" he asked, voice low and dirty.
"Yeah, fuck me," Jake said, shoving his jeans down to his thighs. He bent forward, hands on the wall, ass pushed out. Spit landed on his hole, then two fingers pushed in without warning, stretching him open quick and rough. Jake grunted and pushed back, taking them deeper. The stranger added a third finger, twisting and scissoring until Jake's hole was slick and ready.
Then the thick cockhead pressed against him. One hard thrust and it sank halfway in. Jake cursed, hole burning around the invasion, but he shoved back until the guy bottomed out, balls slapping against his ass. The stranger didn't wait. He started pounding, deep and relentless, each thrust slamming Jake forward into the wall. Skin slapped loud. Jake's own cock bounced untouched, dripping onto the pavement.
"Take that dick," the guy snarled, gripping Jake's hips hard enough to bruise. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, again and again, fucking like he wanted to wreck him. Jake moaned and reached down to stroke himself in time with the thrusts. His hole clenched around the thick shaft, milking it.
They switched positions fast. Jake dropped to his knees on the dirty ground and swallowed the guy's cock to the root, gagging on it, spit running down his chin. The stranger fucked his throat, hands in Jake's hair, using his mouth like a hole. Jake looked up, eyes watering, while he jerked his own cock furiously.
"Get up," the guy ordered. He bent Jake over a stack of crates this time, spread his cheeks, and drove back inside. The angle hit Jake's prostate dead on. Every thrust made his cock twitch and leak more. The stranger reached around and stroked him in sync, rough and fast.
Jake came first, shooting thick ropes across the crates, hole pulsing around the cock still pounding him. The guy kept going, using the clenching hole until he buried himself deep and unloaded, flooding Jake's ass with hot cum. He pulled out slow, watching the mess drip down Jake's thighs.
They didn't exchange numbers. Just pulled up their pants, wiped their hands on their shirts, and walked back into the bar separately. Jake felt the cum leaking out of him with every step, a filthy reminder of the raw fuck that had just happened. He ordered another drink, already wondering who he'd find next.
