Cock Fight!

Cameras flash like paparazzi at a scandal. Trainers slick down the fighters' bodies with oil, every curve gleaming under the lights. Ding! Landon Conrad and Shawn Wolfe burst into the ring, jockstraps hugging their hips, feet strapped in gear, dripping with raw sexual swagger. Shawn lunges first, bodies colliding in a heated clash. But Landon hoists him up in a crushing bear hug, muscles flexing like coiled springs. He devours Shawn's lips, then snakes a hand back to spread those firm cheeks wide—slamming a finger deep inside, a wicked promise of the pounding to follow. They twist into a headlock, mouths locked in a fierce kiss, bodies writhing in sweat-slick combat. Rippling abs grind together. Hard cocks batter through fabric. Jockstraps rip away, leaving Landon gripping both throbbing shafts in his fist. Shawn drops low for the first suck, lips wrapping tight around Landon's length—until Landon flips the script just as the bell rings out round one. Between rounds, Landon shadow-boxes with predatory grace, while Shawn strokes his cock slow and deliberate, eyes locked on his rival. Round two ignites with rimming. Landon bends over a punching bag, presenting his ass like a challenge. Shawn dives in, tongue probing that tight, hungry hole, as Landon's fingers join the fray, both fighting for space inside. Shawn snatches those fingers, sucking them clean with a hungry moan—the bell cuts it short. For the final round, Shawn preps by plunging a thick dildo into his own ass, right there for Landon to watch, hole stretching wide. Landon growls low, eyes blazing: he'll claim Shawn as his boy tonight. Bell sounds. He charges, slamming Shawn down doggy-style, pinning him hard. But in a sly twist, Landon flips onto his back, offering himself up. Shawn thrusts deep, then pulls out to unleash a mighty load across Landon's face and into his open mouth. Landon answers with his own explosive release, splattering hot seed over his hairy chest. Who fired you up more—who claims victory in this sweat-drenched brawl?