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Spike and Jake continued to kiss, kisses of anger and pent-up frustration, in the empty pub. Jake's sweater was clumsily lifted over his head, while a furious Jake ripped Spike's black T-shirt with his bare hands. Spike began to fondle Jake's hairy chest, leaning over to kiss and touch his flesh.
"You like that, don't you poof?" Jake spat at him, fuming.
Spike couldn't get enough of that dirty grin. He answered by sinking his teeth into Jake's nipples, first one, then the other. Jake groaned. No woman had ever treated his body this way.
Spike dropped to his knees, staring upwards with a look of pure lust, using his teeth to lower Jake's fly. His big hands eagerly cupped Jake's fit midsection. Jake had just a little bit of meat on his bones, which was so much hotter for Spike than some generic gym queen. The meat Spike was more interested in was between Jake's legs, currently trapped in extremely tight black boxer briefs.
Wanting to delay the end game just a few more moments, Spike turned Jake around, burying his face in Jake's boxer briefed backside, staining the underwear with his spit. Jake choked on his own fist to try to cover up his moans of pleasure. Spike didn't help matters when he finally yanked down Jake's skivvies, smirking as he heard Jake's cock slap against his belly, wondering just how big that cock was, and finally parting those furry handfuls and shoving his tongue straight up Jake's hole.
Jake had never had anything but his own finger up his hole, and even that was rare, since he considered anything close to gay sex to be dirty. This was so good, he didn't know what he'd been missing. But he knew he wanted more.
"Hey, poof. Whoever has the biggest dick gets to fuck the loser."
He reluctantly broke away from Spike's skilled tongue, yanking Spike up with the shreds of his black T-shirt still hanging from his muscular chest. Spike's tight black jeans were hurriedly pulled down, Spike's lack of underwear hurrying the process along.
Jake smirked as he looked at their erect cocks, at the pink heads peeking from receding foreskins. His was 8 inches, while Spike's looked to be about 7 and a half. And the fact that Jake could make such guesses told him he was a lot more into penis than he had realized.
"I guess I win this contest," Jake smirked, before shoving Spike against the bar counter. Spike just shook his head, amused and turned on. He was usually a top, but getting a hot fuck from such an angry guy was not exactly a losing proposition.
To his surprise, Jake bent over to tentatively but thoroughly taste Spike's ass, preparing him for what was sure to be a rough fuck. The tenderness stopped there, of course, as Jake soon began to shove his dick inside Spike's hole, only stopping once or twice. He assumed Spike could handle a brutal bone, and fortunately, Spike could. Spike had been tender and sweet with John Paul, but he loved the tougher stuff too.
"Fuck my bitch ass," Spike grunted, shoving back hard against Jake's fat cock.
Jake eagerly complied, sliding out most of the way then slamming back hard. Pulling Spike up by his hair to give him a rough kiss, biting at Spike's thick neck. When Spike tried to jerk himself off, Jake batted his hand away, leaving his drooling cock to somewhat painfully yet pleasurably bump against the wood paneling in front of him.
On and on they went, and just as Jake filled Spike's ass with a hot load, the front door opened.
"You!" Jake cried in disbelief.
At the Loft, Warren was going over the books. He was so thrilled his archenemy Clare was gone, and even better, his sister Katy had dropped her slimy boyfriend Justin. Justin was a teen dream, what with his good build, his pouty lips, deep blue eyes, and short blonde hair. Katy would do anything for him. But she had realized he was not trustworthy.
Warren had had some fantasies about Justin himself. Warren was bi, although no one knew that. He was just about to unload a few fantasies into a tissue when the door opened.
It was a furious Justin.
"You tell Katy to take me back. NOW!"
Warren simply smirked at him.
"Don't you be telling me what to do in my office, little boy. My sister's smartened up, and you're the loser here. Now get out."
Justin was not taking no for an answer. He pulled a knife out of his pocket, leaving Warren in wide-eyed disbelief.
"I'm not asking, Warren."
Warren was so angry he didn't even stop to get scared. In a flash, he threw Justin against the wall and ripped the knife out of his hand. He knew what he had done was insane, but this little punk threatening him took away most of his logic.
He pushed Justin against the wall several times as their bodies ground closer and closer together.
"Threatening me in my office...little bitch..."
He spit in Justin's face. Justin, not scared at all, spit right back.
Warren totally lost all leave of his senses by that point and before he realized what he was doing, grabbed Justin in a deep, wet kiss. Their mouths so hard together they would have bruises the next day.
Justin pressed his hands against Warren's chest, beating his chest to try to make him stop, but soon Justin didn't want him to stop. Justin had had a lot of hot sex with his good friend Sonny Valentine and he'd missed the touch of another man. He'd had fantasies about "daddy" Warren for months. Warren with his broad shoulders and tall yet husky build, his short dark hair and intense eyes, and most of all, his huge package and squeezable bum.
He ripped Warren's shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. Then he pulled down Warren's pants, deep-throating him.
Fuck, Warren thought to himself. He should've done this a long time ago.
Just as they got down to business, with Warren stripping Justin naked and putting him in a long, hot kiss, Warren heard a noise downstairs. He checked the security cameras to see who it was.
"Shit, it's Max."
Max Cunningham, the very whitebread, home-and-hearth man who used to be Warren's business partner. God knows Max would never want to be a part of this.
A devious Justin pushed the intercome.
"Max, come on up!"
A horrified Warren looked at Justin. All Justin did in return was give a sexy wink. Tonight was going to be fun.