Stripped #02

In the dim haze of the strip club, even the bartender claims his share of the night's fire. Jeremy Stevens wipes down a glass behind the bar when Jimmy Durano saunters up, yanks out his massive, throbbing cock, and murmurs that Jeremy should polish this instead. Jeremy slips from his post, seizes the insistent shaft waving before him, and locks eyes on Jimmy's mouth. Both stand shirtless, skin gleaming under the lights. Jeremy's lips trail down over Jimmy's firm pecs and chiseled abs to that rigid length, pausing to tease the foreskin with a pinch and tug of his mouth before parting wide to swallow it deep. Jimmy's fingers steer his cock—its base as thick as his wrist—alternating between clutching the shaft and Jeremy's head. Jeremy gags and spits, clutching Jimmy's heavy balls for balance, hell-bent on devouring every unyielding inch. But Jimmy craves Jeremy's ass. He kneads the firm cheeks, probes with eager fingers, laps at the cleft, and massages until Jeremy gasps in ragged bursts. Then Jimmy drives his thick pole in to the root. Jeremy's spine bows like a feline in rut, hips snapping back to meet each plunge. Sweat slicks their bodies in salty sheens. A hot gush of cum jets from Jeremy's cock mid-thrust, splattering his chest and abs, and Jimmy seals the frenzy by painting Jeremy's face with his own pulsing release.