The bar was nearly empty when Jake spotted him. Tall, broad shoulders, a tight black t-shirt stretched over his chest, and eyes that locked on Jake like he already knew what he wanted. Jake had been nursing the same beer for an hour, bored and horny, scrolling through his phone without really seeing it. When the guy nodded toward the hallway at the back, Jake didnt hesitate. He followed.
The backroom was small, dim, and smelled like sweat and disinfectant. A single bulb flickered overhead. The guy shut the door behind them and didnt waste time with names or small talk. He grabbed Jake by the belt and yanked him close.
You looking to get fucked? the guy asked, voice low and rough.
Yeah, Jake said. Hard.
The guys hand went straight to Jakes crotch, squeezing his cock through his jeans. Jake was already half-hard, and the pressure made him thicken fast. The guy popped the button, dragged the zipper down, and shoved his hand inside, wrapping fingers around Jakes shaft and stroking him in quick, firm pulls.
Nice cock, the guy muttered. He dropped to his knees right there on the dirty floor, pulled Jakes jeans and briefs down to his thighs, and took him into his mouth without any teasing. Hot, wet suction. Tongue flat against the underside. He sucked deep, gagging a little when Jakes cock hit the back of his throat, then pulled off with a wet sound and spat on the head before going back down.
Jake braced one hand on the wall and thrust into that mouth. The guy took it, eyes watering, throat working. Spit ran down Jakes balls. After a minute the guy stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and turned Jake around.
Hands on the wall.
Jake obeyed. The guy kicked Jakes feet apart, yanked his jeans lower, and spread his ass cheeks. A thick finger rubbed over Jakes hole, then pushed in dry. Jake grunted at the burn but pushed back, wanting more. The guy added spit and worked two fingers in, twisting and scissoring until Jakes hole loosened.
Condom? the guy asked.
Pocket, Jake said. He heard the tear of foil, the snap of latex, then the wet sound of lube being squeezed from a small bottle the guy must have carried.
The blunt head of the guys cock pressed against Jakes hole. One hard push and he was inside, stretching Jake open in one long slide. Jake hissed at the sudden fullness. The guy didnt give him time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a fast, pounding rhythm that made Jakes body jolt against the wall with every thrust.
Fuck, youre tight, the guy growled. His hips slapped against Jakes ass. One hand gripped Jakes shoulder; the other reached around and jerked his cock in time with the thrusts. Jakes own dick leaked steadily onto the floor.
The guy fucked like he was trying to wreck him. Deep, relentless strokes that hit Jakes prostate on every other thrust. Sweat dripped down Jakes back. The room filled with the wet sound of skin on skin and Jakes low, broken moans. He pushed back to meet every thrust, chasing the burn and the stretch.
Harder, Jake said.
The guy obliged, fucking him so roughly that Jake had to brace both forearms on the wall to stay upright. The guys balls slapped against him. His cock felt huge, splitting Jake open again and again. When the guy reached down and tugged on Jakes balls, Jakes legs started to shake.
Gonna come, Jake warned.
The guy didnt slow down. He kept pounding while Jakes cock pulsed in his fist, shooting thick ropes across the wall and floor. Jakes hole clenched hard around the guys cock. That was enough. The guy buried himself to the root, grunted, and came with short, jerking thrusts, filling the condom deep inside Jake.
They stayed locked together for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then the guy pulled out slowly. Jake felt empty and sore in the best way. He turned around, legs unsteady, and watched the guy strip off the condom, tie it, and toss it in the corner trash.
The guy tucked himself away, zipped up, and gave Jake a quick nod. You good?
Yeah, Jake said, voice hoarse. Real good.
The guy left first. Jake stayed a minute longer, catching his breath, feeling the ache in his ass and the sticky mess on his thighs. When he finally walked back into the bar, the lights were coming up and the bartender was calling last call. Jake paid his tab and stepped out into the night, already wondering how soon he could come back and do it all over again.
