The morning crowd in the coffee house had just thinned. The stranger's request for a date had been pretty straightforward, "Caribou Café, 10:30 sharp". A tad dominating, but Liam melted for the dominating kind.
And so he found himself perched alone on a table that had definitely seen better days. At the stroke of 11, the waiters were clearing out signs of the rush hour and there was still no sign of the rugged daddy that had kindled Liam's interest yesterday.
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In his late twenties, and with an ass as hot and hungry as the Devil himself, Liam turned all sorts of heads when he strutted down the street. To be fair, he loved every minute of the gawking attention he commanded. He loved it when the deeply closeted teenager dropped his ice-cream to the careless undulations of his ass; when the married guy secretly wished he could forget his vows and ride him to town and when the occasional spunky ones would actually take him back to their apartment and stuff him with a very hard cock - Oh, he loved it all.
But all that was over now. At the peak of his sexual prime, Jacob had walked into his life. The man, older than Liam by the age of another adult; was rough, commanding, and showed him everything he was missing in his very vanilla sex life. Their first date hadn't been so much a date as it had been a stream of closely arranged quickies. If he closed his eyes, Liam could still feel Jacob's strong muscled arms - one stretched around his neck - calloused fingers grating against the spot where he had earlier marked his pliable fuck toy. The other encircled around his pelvis, holding it in place as Liam flinched, willingly expanding to each powerful thrust.
Jacob's virility had ensured a night full of discipline, and Liam's eagerness had ensured a week full of it. At the end of that week, Liam had come to terms with the fact that no one could do him like Jacob. The dates were short and sweet, but both of them knew that those meaningless conversations were just extended foreplay. Movie night had ended with Liam's face pressed against an arm rest, bearing the weight of Jacob's booted foot as he was violated repeatedly in the dark of the theatre. Dinner was another interesting story; where Liam's early dessert under the table had not quenched his thirst for more. Jacob complied by sticking his huge cock in his ass, jabbing incessantly at his sweet spot until both exploded into a well-deserved climax.
Before he had become sexually active, Liam had always pegged himself as the kind of guy that'd find a man, marry and settle down in a nice home, somewhere in the country. But with sex came the realization that lust was more appealing than love. He loved not having the emotional baggage that came with commitment. Just sex was perfectly fine with him. It was, in fact, better this way. Jacob and he talked less and fucked more. It worked out pretty well for the both of them and Liam was as happy as ever.
Two days back, a very infuriated man walked into Liam's apartment. That monstrous cock of his, pressing obscenely against his underwear, framed by the unbuttoned jeans that Jacob made quick work of in the two minutes that Liam took to register his surroundings. They'd never met before without making a plan; Liam just thought Jacob wasn't the spontaneous kind.
And yet here he was, standing there belittling the door to his apartment atop his six foot frame. Jacob's chiseled chest and defined biceps probably meant army, but Liam'd never gotten that far in conversation to know for sure. Or had he, he barely remembered. But he really was a true man's man; perched on a stallion's legs, sure and muscular, leading to a god-like cock with a mind of its own. The unkempt black pubes cleared to give way to a thick, meaty penis; blue veins, tough skinned and hard as a rock, crowned by a bulbous head that shone an angry red that day. It was a cock that meant business.
"Get on your knees", his voice bellowed, somewhere between an order and a shout.
Liam was never the kind to need a second telling. His eyes were fixated on the third leg jutting out of Jacob's sculpted body. He licked his lips before he took the head in his mouth, nursing it with care and attention. His mouth filled with the saltiness of a copious amount of pre-cum that dribbled from the slit like a faucet left open. Liam stuffed his throat with all of Jacob, eagerly anticipating the point where this session would go out of his control, knowing fully well that it wouldn't take long for Jacob to get rough.
In one swift move, Jacob gripped his hands round Liam's neck, choking him with both his cock and his sudden change of demeanor. Liam loved it; streams of tears and saliva and pre-cum mingling to create a cocktail where Jacob's cock had now began to pick up pace as he fucked his skull with reckless abandon. Nobody seemed to remember when the clothes had come off and when the door had been bolted. The apartment resonated with the vile, yet arousing sound of Jacob's sweaty balls slamming against Liam's wet and willing chin. Liam spat and slurped and gagged around the cock that was in front of him, lubricating it to replace the two-and-three fingers that had already made home inside.
Jacob lifted Liam off of the ground and landed him face down ass up on the couch. Two strong hands spread his ass painfully wide, running a breeze of cold air before a huge, wet slab of meat slapped against the opening. The man was teasing him, languidly rubbing the hard cock against his inviting hole. His arms had already slipped into the usual vice grip - neck and waist, just the way Liam liked it. But Jacob was gonna make him beg this time. Liam's voice barely audible with desire.
"Put it in, Jacob. Don't make me wait. Fuck me."
"How do you want it?"
"Just fuck me rough. Make it hurt. Do it the way you always do." An array of barely legible words accompanied by Liam backing up against the hard flesh that was so close, yet so inexplicably far.
Pain and pleasure set apart by a thin line as Jacob pushed his cock unrelentingly inside Liam. The cock breached past his ring, barely giving him a moment to adjust, and buried itself in his ass. Liam's eyeballs were swimming, his body neck deep in lust, his channel a soft and warm haven for Jacob's onslaught. The engorged head nudged a few times over his prostate, making him whimper and scream in ecstasy. And each time Jacob bottomed out, Liam was one more inch closer to coming.
Liam let it all out when it happened. A long, heaving moan of relief as he painted the couch a different white. Jacob still went on for a while longer before he came inside Liam. What shocked him the most was that Jacob didn't pull out after he was done. By their usual, Jacob would already be wearing his pants and ready to leave, or if not, ready to go again.
But that day, he just lay inside Liam. His cock softened in its own juice, and he held Liam close and tight, letting his heart beat against him. Lavish kisses were gently strewn on Liam's arched back. The young man turned to press his lips against Jacob's. A kiss that was somehow a little more than just lust. The apartment fell into its own reverie, echoing the faint sounds of their lips fighting for each other. As they came for air, Liam saw words in Jacob's eyes that were dying to be spoken.
"I'm married." Jacob broke the silence.
"I've been married for 7 years now. It's the best thing that had ever happened to me until you came along."
Liam was short of words. This was a whole different problem altogether. He loved fucking around without committing, but he wasn't going to be the other guy in some straight dude's life.
"Does your spouse know?"
"I doubt it. I've been pretty discrete about us." Jacob had gone from rough man to guilty child in an astonishingly short time.
"Are you gonna tell?"
