Mark slammed the hotel door behind them and shoved Jake against the wall. "Strip, now." Jake grinned, already yanking his shirt over his head, his thick chest and hard abs on full display. Mark dropped his own pants, cock already half-hard and swinging heavy between his legs.
They wasted no time. Mark grabbed the small brown bottle from his bag and held it up. "Poppers. You ready to get fucked stupid?"
Jake's eyes lit up. "Fuck yeah. Give me that shit."
Mark unscrewed the cap and held it under Jake's nose. "Deep inhale. Hold it." Jake breathed in hard, the chemical rush hitting him fast. His face flushed, pupils blew wide, and his cock jumped to full steel. "Jesus, that's good."
Mark took his own hit, the familiar warmth flooding his veins, loosening every muscle and turning his ass into a hungry hole. He shoved Jake onto the bed face-down, spread those meaty cheeks, and spat right on the tight pink pucker. "Gonna wreck this."
He worked two fingers in dry at first, then slicked them with spit and pushed deeper. Jake moaned into the sheets, pushing back. Mark grabbed the bottle again, gave them both another long hit, and the world tilted hotter. His own cock throbbed, pre-cum dripping.
Mark lined up and drove in raw.
No rubber, just skin on skin. Jake's hole opened easy after the poppers, swallowing every inch until Mark's balls slapped against him. "Fuck, you're tight but loose at the same time," Mark growled, pulling out slow and slamming back in.
He set a brutal pace, hips snapping, the wet sound of fucking filling the room. Every few thrusts he paused just long enough for another shared hit from the bottle. The rush made Jake's hole clench and flutter, made Mark's cock feel ten times bigger, made every nerve scream for more.
Jake reached back and spread himself wider. "Deeper, man. Pound that hole." Mark obliged, gripping Jake's hips hard enough to bruise and jackhammering. Sweat dripped off both of them. Mark's balls swung heavy, slapping with every thrust.
They switched positions fast. Jake on his back, legs up over Mark's shoulders. Mark folded him nearly in half and drove back inside, the new angle making Jake's cock leak all over his own stomach. Another hit of poppers each, and Jake started babbling. "Fuck me, use that hole, breed me."
Mark's thrusts got sloppy and desperate. He pulled out, flipped Jake onto all fours again, and buried his face between those cheeks, tongue-fucking the loosened hole before slamming his cock back in. The poppers kept them both on edge, every stroke feeling like it could make them come but holding them right there, desperate and dripping.
Mark reached around and stroked Jake's cock in time with his thrusts. "Gonna fill you up." Jake pushed back harder. "Do it. Shoot that load deep."
Mark buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, pulse after pulse pumping hot cum into Jake's guts. The feeling pushed Jake over; he shot thick ropes across the sheets, hole milking Mark's cock the whole time.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, another small hit each to ride the afterglow. Mark finally pulled out slow, watching his cum leak from the used hole. Jake collapsed forward with a satisfied groan.
Mark wiped them down roughly with a towel, then they lay side by side, the bottle capped on the nightstand. "Round two in twenty?" Jake asked, already half-hard again.
Mark grinned. "Bottle's not empty yet."
