Max In The City

Tyler Roberts pulls up with the pizza, steam rising from the box like a promise unmet. Max Adonis answers the door, all chiseled lines and easy charm, but his wallet's light—short on cash, heavy on excuses. Tyler's gaze drifts, snagging on the curve of Max's ass, the taut sweep of his body. He leans in, voice low. 'How about something else? Suck my dick, and we're square.' Max hesitates, but that gnawing hunger for cock wins out. No other way. He drops to his knees, eyes locked on Tyler's bulge. Max's lips seal around Tyler's thick shaft, a velvet grip that sends fire racing up Tyler's spine. He pushes deeper, balls slapping against Max's chin as he claims that eager throat. Tyler face-fucks him hard, eyes squeezed shut, lost in the wet heat, the rhythmic pull. But he craves more—wants to sample that ass. He hauls Max onto the couch, spreads those firm cheeks. Tyler traces up from the hairy swell of Max's balls, tongue flicking, then engulfs the throbbing cock in his mouth. He sucks with purpose, mirroring the favor, drawing moans from deep in Max's chest. Max takes control now, thrusting into Tyler's mouth, plowing that skilled warmth until his control frays. He reclines one last time, legs splayed, inviting Tyler's tongue to the prize. Tyler dives in, lapping deep, teasing the tight ring until Max arches and erupts—ropes of cum splattering his ripped abs, a creamy testament to the build-up. That's Tyler's signal. He straddles Max, who lies beneath him, mouth agape, eyes hungry. Tyler unleashes, showering that waiting face in hot spurts, sealing the deal with a sticky grin.