Jake spotted the new guy across the gym floor, thick arms pumping iron, sweat already soaking his tank top. He knew that look, the one that said he wanted it rough and fast. After their sets, Jake followed him into the locker room, empty this late.
"You staring at my cock all night?" the guy growled, dropping his shorts to reveal a heavy, half-hard dick hanging between his legs.
"Fuck yeah," Jake said, stepping close. "Name's Jake. You gonna let me suck that thing or what?"
"Tyler. Get on your knees."
Jake dropped fast, wrapping his lips around Tyler's thick shaft. It swelled fast in his mouth, the head pushing against his throat as he bobbed deep. Tyler grabbed his hair and thrust, fucking his face with short, hard strokes. Spit ran down Jake's chin while he gagged and moaned around the meat.
"Take it all, slut," Tyler muttered, pulling out to slap his wet cock across Jake's face. "You like that dirty dick?"
Jake licked the underside, then sucked Tyler's balls one by one, rolling them on his tongue. Tyler's cock jerked, leaking pre-cum that Jake licked up greedily. He stood, spun Tyler around, and spread his ass cheeks.
"Nice tight hole," Jake said, spitting on it before pressing two fingers inside. Tyler pushed back, taking them to the knuckle. Jake finger-fucked him hard while stroking his own cock, getting it rock hard and ready.
"Fuck me already," Tyler demanded.
Jake lined up and shoved in balls-deep in one thrust. Tyler grunted, gripping the bench as Jake pounded his ass. The slap of skin echoed off the lockers. Jake reached around, jerking Tyler's cock in time with his thrusts.
"Goddamn, you're tight," Jake snarled. "Gonna fill this hole with cum."
He flipped Tyler onto his back on the bench, legs up, and drove back in. Tyler's cock bounced against his stomach with every slam. Jake leaned down, biting a nipple while he fucked deeper. Tyler stroked himself faster, breathing ragged.
"Harder, fuck me harder," Tyler begged.
Jake obliged, hips snapping, balls slapping Tyler's ass. Sweat dripped from both of them. Jake pulled out, flipped Tyler again, and bent him over the bench for deeper access. He slammed back in, one hand on Tyler's shoulder, the other reaching under to twist his nipples.
Tyler came first, shooting thick ropes across the bench while his ass clenched around Jake's cock. Jake kept pounding through it until his own orgasm hit. He buried himself deep and unloaded, pumping load after load into Tyler's guts.
They stayed locked together, breathing heavy. Jake pulled out slow, watching cum leak from the stretched hole. Tyler turned, dropped to his knees, and sucked Jake clean, tongue lapping at the mixed spit and cum.
"Round two in the showers?" Tyler asked, already half-hard again.
Jake grinned. "Lead the way. I'm not done wrecking that ass tonight."
