AKA Sabog tumbled naked across the cold tavern table, laughing like he'd just won the lottery at a funeral. His ass caught the lamplight like polished brass, curves so sharp you could slice bread on them. Sweat ran down his spine in lazy rivers, tracing the muscles that flexed every time he arched his back like a cat in heat. Between his spread thighs his cock bobbed heavy and flushed, the tip already slick and gleaming, a fat drop of pre-cum rolling down the shaft as if it had someplace better to be. He rolled onto his side, lifted one leg until his knee nearly touched his chest, and grinned over his shoulder. 'Well? You planning to stare, or are you going to do something useful with that mouth?' His hole winked at the promise of touch, pink and twitching, already shiny with the lube he'd slicked on earlier. When the stranger stepped closer, AKA Sabog wiggled his hips, the motion making his balls sway. The stranger's fingers slid in first, two at once, stretching him open with a wet sound that earned a snort of laughter from AKA Sabog. 'Knew you were a fast learner.' The fingers curled, found that sweet spot, and AKA Sabog's cock jerked, spitting another bead of pre-cum onto the scarred wood. He pushed back onto the hand like he was trying to climb it, breathing fast through his nose, grin never slipping. When the fingers pulled free he groaned theatrically, then lifted his ass higher, presenting like the world's horniest offering. The stranger's cock slid in on one long push, and AKA Sabog made a sound somewhere between a moan and a bark of triumph. The thrusts came steady after that, deep and punishing, each one rocking the table so hard the candle nearly toppled. AKA Sabog reached back, grabbed his own ass cheek, spread himself wider, showed the stranger exactly how he liked it. Sweat dripped from his chin onto the table. His cock swung untouched between his legs, dripping steadily now, leaving little wet stars on the floorboards. Every time the stranger's hips snapped forward, AKA Sabog's hole clenched greedily, like it was trying to keep the cock inside forever. He kept up a running commentary between gasps, filthy and funny all at once, until the stranger's rhythm faltered. AKA Sabog pushed back hard, took him to the root, and felt the hot pulse deep inside. When the stranger pulled out, cum leaked down AKA Sabog's thigh in thick rivulets. He flopped onto his back, cock still rigid and flushed, grinned up at the ceiling like he'd just solved world hunger with his ass alone. 'Round two's on the house if you fetch me a drink first.'
AKA Sabog tumbled naked across the cold tavern table, laughing like he'd just won the lottery at a funeral. His ass caught the lamplight like polished brass, curves so sharp you could slice bread on them. Sweat ran down his spine in lazy rivers, tracing the muscles that flexed every time he arched his back like a cat in heat. Between his spread thighs his cock bobbed heavy and flushed, the tip already slick and gleaming, a fat drop of pre-cum rolling down the shaft as if it had someplace better to be. He rolled onto his side, lifted one leg until his knee nearly touched his chest, and grinned over his shoulder. 'Well? You planning to stare, or are you going to do something useful with that mouth?' His hole winked at the promise of touch, pink and twitching, already shiny with the lube he'd slicked on earlier. When the stranger stepped closer, AKA Sabog wiggled his hips, the motion making his balls sway. The stranger's fingers slid in first, two at once, stretching him open with a wet sound that earned a snort of laughter from AKA Sabog. 'Knew you were a fast learner.' The fingers curled, found that sweet spot, and AKA Sabog's cock jerked, spitting another bead of pre-cum onto the scarred wood. He pushed back onto the hand like he was trying to climb it, breathing fast through his nose, grin never slipping. When the fingers pulled free he groaned theatrically, then lifted his ass higher, presenting like the world's horniest offering. The stranger's cock slid in on one long push, and AKA Sabog made a sound somewhere between a moan and a bark of triumph. The thrusts came steady after that, deep and punishing, each one rocking the table so hard the candle nearly toppled. AKA Sabog reached back, grabbed his own ass cheek, spread himself wider, showed the stranger exactly how he liked it. Sweat dripped from his chin onto the table. His cock swung untouched between his legs, dripping steadily now, leaving little wet stars on the floorboards. Every time the stranger's hips snapped forward, AKA Sabog's hole clenched greedily, like it was trying to keep the cock inside forever. He kept up a running commentary between gasps, filthy and funny all at once, until the stranger's rhythm faltered. AKA Sabog pushed back hard, took him to the root, and felt the hot pulse deep inside. When the stranger pulled out, cum leaked down AKA Sabog's thigh in thick rivulets. He flopped onto his back, cock still rigid and flushed, grinned up at the ceiling like he'd just solved world hunger with his ass alone. 'Round two's on the house if you fetch me a drink first.'