A Night At The Entourage

Steam clings to the air in the bathhouse shower as Pierce Paris rinses off, water cascading over his toned frame. Skyy Knox strides past, his eyes locking onto Pierce's with a sly, hungry spark. He saunters away, hips swaying just enough to tease. Pierce spots the invitation and shuts off the spray. He towels dry in a hurry and trails the chiseled hunk down the dim hall. Skyy bends forward, presenting his firm ass like a siren's call, high and ready. Pierce drops to his knees without a second thought. He spreads those cheeks and dives in, tongue thrusting deep into the smooth, welcoming heat. Fingers join the feast, probing and circling the tight rim until Skyy moans, his body quivering. Skyy spins around, eyes gleaming with need. He sinks to his knees and engulfs Pierce's massive cock, swallowing it whole in one fluid gulp. Tears well in his eyes as he pushes further, spit trailing from his chin in slick rivulets. He battles the girth, throat bulging, determined to claim every inch down to the root. Pierce senses the raw urgency. He guides Skyy over a bench and eases his throbbing length inside, inch by unyielding inch. Skyy takes it deep, gasping, then takes charge. 'Lie back,' he demands, voice husky. Pierce stretches out, and Skyy mounts him, impaling himself on that giant shaft. He rides hard, bouncing with fierce rhythm, his uncut cock slapping wildly against his abs with every downward thrust. They chase ecstasy through every angle—side by side, then Skyy on all fours, Pierce pounding relentlessly. Sweat-slicked skin slaps together until Skyy arches, unleashing ropes of cum across his carved torso. The erotic sight shatters Pierce's control. He swings a leg over Skyy's face, straddling the eager mouth, and erupts, flooding the stud's open lips with hot release.