Buddy System

Casey Jacks, the skilled massage therapist, welcomes his new client, Alexander Muller, into the dimly lit room. Alexander strips off his clothes with quiet confidence and settles face-down on the table, the crisp sheet draping his hips. Casey's hands glide over Alexander's chiseled back, but professionalism slips away fast—his pulse quickens at the firm ridges of muscle under his palms. The towel slips free, tumbling to the floor, and there it is: Alexander's massive cock, rigid and unapologetic, jutting up like a promise. Casey freezes for a heartbeat, then gives in. He leans down and takes that beautiful shaft into his mouth, sucking slow and deep right there on the table. Heat builds fast. Casey sheds his underwear, bending over the table's edge as Alexander's tongue finds his ass, rimming him with hungry laps that make Casey's knees buckle. They can't get enough—mouths trade places in a frenzy, each man devouring the other's cock, wet sounds filling the air. Alexander rises, his extra-hard length pressing insistent against Casey's entrance. He slides in deep, no hesitation, claiming every inch. He pounds hard, his ripped body driving faster, deeper with each thrust, sweat-slicked skin slapping rhythmically. Casey craves those piercing eyes locked on his. He climbs aboard, straddling the throbbing stud, sinking down to ride him wild. Alexander matches the pace, bucking up rough and relentless, burying every throbbing inch inside Casey, pushing him to his limits. The edge approaches—Alexander's breath hitches. He flips Casey onto his back one final time, legs hoisted high. He hammers away, balls tightening, until he pulls out and unleashes, squirting thick ropes of cum across Casey's muscled chest and abs. The sight tips Casey over. As Alexander's load keeps pulsing hot on his skin, Casey strokes himself to release, their climaxes crashing together in a shared, shuddering peak.