Mark spotted him the second he walked into the dive bar. Tall, broad shoulders, shaved head, leather jacket open over a tight black tee. Their eyes locked across the room. No smiles, no bullshit. Just a nod toward the back door. Mark downed his beer and followed.
The alley was dark, stinking of piss and dumpsters, but that didn't slow them down. The guy shoved Mark against the brick wall, mouth crashing into his, tongue forcing its way in. Rough hands grabbed Mark's ass, squeezing hard through his jeans. "You want this cock?" the stranger growled, voice low and gravelly.
"Fuck yes," Mark said, already reaching down to palm the thick bulge pressing against him. He unzipped the guy's jeans and pulled out a heavy, veined dick, already leaking. Mark dropped to his knees on the filthy concrete, wrapped his lips around the head, and sucked hard.
The stranger grunted and thrust forward, burying half his length down Mark's throat in one shove.
Mark gagged but didn't pull back. He worked the shaft with his hand while his tongue licked the underside, tasting salt and sweat. Spit ran down his chin as the guy face-fucked him, hips snapping. "Take it deeper, cocksucker," the man ordered. Mark relaxed his throat and let the full length slide in until his nose pressed against the guy's pubes.
After a minute the stranger yanked him up, spun him around, and yanked Mark's jeans down to his thighs. Cold air hit his bare ass. A thick finger pushed between his cheeks and rubbed over his hole. "Tight," the guy muttered. He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and pressed the head against Mark's entrance. One hard thrust and he was inside, stretching Mark open in a single stroke.
Mark groaned, forehead against the wall. The guy didn't wait. He started pounding, balls slapping against Mark's ass with every thrust. The wet sound of skin on skin echoed in the alley. Mark reached down and jerked his own cock in time with the brutal rhythm. Each slam hit his prostate and sent sparks up his spine.
"Harder," Mark demanded. The stranger obliged, gripping Mark's hips and driving in deeper, faster. Sweat dripped from both of them. The stranger reached around, grabbed Mark's dick, and stroked it roughly while he fucked him. Mark's legs shook. He came first, shooting ropes across the brick wall, ass clenching around the thick cock still buried inside him.
The guy lasted another minute, then buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, hot cum flooding Mark's hole. He stayed there, breathing hard, until he pulled out with a wet sound. Cum trickled down Mark's thigh. The stranger zipped up, gave Mark's ass one last slap, and walked away without a word.
Mark pulled his jeans up, feeling the mess inside him, already half-hard again at the thought of round two somewhere more private. He headed back into the bar, scanning the crowd for the next stranger who might want the same raw treatment.
