Service Me!

Rain slicks the porch as Tyler Roberts rings the doorbell, package in hand, delivering to Johnny V's house. Johnny swings the door open, eyes lingering on Tyler's soaked uniform clinging to his frame. 'Come in, dry off,' Johnny says, voice low and inviting. Water drips from Tyler's hair. Johnny's gaze drops. 'Is that package for me?' He reaches out, fingers bold against the growing bulge in Tyler's shorts. Heat builds fast. Johnny tugs those shorts down to Tyler's ankles, drops to his knees, and takes that thick cock deep, lips stretching around it until his nose brushes Tyler's balls. Tyler groans, savoring the wet pull, the eager swirl of Johnny's tongue. He grabs Johnny's hand, leads him to the bedroom for more. There, Johnny bends over the bed, ass presented, hairless and smooth. Tyler dives in, tongue tracing the tight rim, lapping in circles, teasing inside. Johnny moans, body arching—clear sign he craves it. Tyler slides two fingers in, curling them just right, stretching and stroking. But Tyler needs more. He positions behind, grips Johnny's hips, and thrusts deep, cock burying to the hilt in one firm push. Johnny takes it from behind, rocking back with each slam. Then he flips onto his back, legs wide, inviting the pounding. Tyler hammers his prostate, relentless, until Johnny erupts—thick ropes of cum splattering his ripped abs in hot bursts. Tyler's close now. He pulls out, aims for Johnny's open mouth, and unloads his final gift, warm seed filling it like a well-earned tip.