Cock Shot

Tendrils of smoke curl lazily from the cigarette Trenton Ducati flicks away the moment his eyes lock on the youthful James Ryder. Trenton's shirtless, his pants threadbare and scandalously thin—if he wore them on the street, the cops would haul him in. Here, though, they tease just right. His smooth muscles ripple, chiseled pecs flex, and a teasing peek of pubic hair pulls James closer like a siren's call. James hesitates, breath catching. Trenton doesn't wait—he shoves the boy's head into his musky armpit, then guides that trembling hand straight to his crotch. With a swift tug, Trenton frees his rock-hard, curved cock, thick and insistent, and steers James's head down until the message sinks in: suck it. James takes to it like he's been waiting his whole life. Trenton's shaft gleams soon enough, slick with spit and precum, pulsing under eager lips. 'Show me that ass,' Trenton growls, and James obeys, revealing smooth curves that dip into a dark, tight center begging for attention. James melts in Trenton's grip—those strong hands pinch, slap, knead the flesh until it yields like warm clay. When Trenton drops to his knees and sucks James deep, the confession spills out: 'I want your fat cock in me.' Trenton grins, obliging without a word. He teaches the 'powerdriver' first—James flips into a shoulder stand, legs splayed wide, while Trenton stretches that hungry hole with rough fingers and devours it with his tongue. Then he straddles, plunging in deep, fucking with relentless rhythm. James knows the drill here: cum straight into his own mouth. His body arches, sphincter clenching in wild spasms as he erupts, and that vise grip yanks Trenton's orgasm free. Their loads mingle in a sticky pool, which Trenton laps up greedily, savoring every drop.