Workin' Stiff

Jake Andrews prowls the club's dim corners all night, eyes locked on the raw spectacle: men stroking slick shafts, sucking with greedy hunger, fucking in wild abandon. Heat coils tight in his gut, unbearable now. He surrenders to the pull, lips sealing around an anonymous cock like a vacuum's kiss. His hand pumps the thick length, then he swallows it deep, throat stretching to take every inch. The stranger bucks, and Jake works him relentless—until the eruption hits, a hot blast of cum painting his face and chest in sticky ropes. Bliss soaks him, but club's enforcers catch the mess. No fraternizing with customers, they bark, and boot him out into the night.