Love & Lust in New Orleans

Another wild night pulses through New Orleans. Crowds spill into the streets, bars throb with laughter and liquor, and the air hums with promise. Brent Corrigan and Kurtis Wolfe dive right in, their hunger sharp and immediate. They tumble into their room, clothes flying off in a frenzy. Brent's underwear barely brushes the floor before Kurtis drops to his knees, lips sealing around the jock's rigid cock, sucking with fierce devotion. Kurtis savors every inch, tongue tracing the thick shaft, lapping at heavy balls. Then he parts Brent's legs wide, dives between them to tongue that smooth, tight hole—relishing the musky heat, the quiver of surrender. He worships it all, a man possessed by the thrill of giving pleasure. Brent craves his turn, though. He kneels, mouth warm and eager, drawing Kurtis to full, throbbing hardness with slow, teasing strokes. Kurtis trembles on the edge, arousal coiling tight. He slicks Brent's ass with lube, fingers probing, preparing. Then he presses in—his massive dick sliding deep into the moaning stud, filling him completely. Brent arches, loving the stretch, the burn. He climbs atop Kurtis, riding hard, impaling himself to the hilt on that unyielding length. They shift, bodies slick and urgent. Kurtis pounds relentlessly, hips snapping with raw power. Brent's breath hitches; he gasps his warning and erupts, cum spraying in hot arcs. The sight undoes Kurtis. He maneuvers Brent into place, grips that perfect bubble butt, and unleashes—ropes of seed painting the smooth curves in a sticky, triumphant release.