Drive Thru

Rikk York mans the drive-thru window, orders buzzing in like hungry bees. His eyes catch scruffy hunk Michael Roman idling outside, hand shamelessly stroking his bulge right in plain sight. Rikk punches in one final order, then slips out back with the trash bag, a grin splitting his face as Michael pounces. No words wasted—Michael seizes Rikk, ripping shirts and pants away in a frenzy of need. Rikk drops to the gravel, mouth watering, and swallows Michael's fat cock whole, lips stretching wide around the throbbing heat. A headset crackles with another order mid-suck, but Rikk waves it off to a coworker, too lost in the salty pulse on his tongue. Michael hauls him up, spins him around, and dives in with a slurping blowjob that leaves Rikk gasping, then laps at his hole with a slick, probing tongue that sends shivers racing up his spine. They stumble inside, the air thick with lust, and Michael bends Rikk over the counter, sliding his thick length deep into that welcoming ass. Rikk braces against the cool surface, taking every inch from behind with greedy thrusts that echo through the empty space. He flips onto his back, legs splayed, and Michael pounds harder, balls slapping skin in a relentless rhythm. Rikk's control snaps first—he erupts in ropes of hot cum across his hairy abs, body arching like a bowstring released. Michael follows suit, pulling out to paint Rikk's furry ass with thick spurts of his own sticky release, marking him in the afterglow.