Love and Lust in Montreal

Pierre Fitch and Nikko Russo sweat through their workout, muscles straining under the iron. Nikko steps in to spot Pierre on the bench press, but Pierre's eyes lock onto the bulge straining between Nikko's legs—something far more tempting than any lift. Nikko grins, hooks his thumbs into his shorts, and peels them down, freeing his thick, uncut cock to bob heavy in the air. Pierre's hands stay clamped on the weights, but his mouth falls open wide, inviting Nikko to thrust in deep. Nothing rivals the slick glide of Nikko's shaft down Pierre's throat, plunging with raw hunger—unless it's that same girth splitting his ass wide. Pierre craves it, aches for it. He drops the bar, bends over the bench, and spreads himself open. Nikko presses in slow, deliberate, letting Pierre's tight hole yield to the stretch of his massive length. Inch by inch, it sinks home, Pierre gasping as he adjusts to the fullness that borders on too much. Once he's sure Pierre's ready—body trembling, hole clenching greedy—Nikko unleashes, pounding hard into the moaning stud, burying himself to the hilt with every brutal snap of his hips. Pierre begs for more, flips onto his back on the bench, legs splayed to offer his prostate like a bullseye. Nikko obliges, drilling relentlessly, chasing that sweet spot until Pierre's cries echo off the gym walls. He doesn't ease up, not until his own release builds to a fever pitch. Then Nikko pulls out, strokes once, twice, and erupts, hot cum splattering across Pierre's balls in thick ropes. He drops low, tongue darting out to lap it all up, savoring the salty mess he made. Nikko rises, captures Pierre's lips in a deep, filthy kiss, sharing the warm load between them—tongues tangling in the intimate exchange. Pierre breaks away, Nikko's flavor still dripping from his chin, and stands tall over the kneeling stud. He pumps his fist fast, then unleashes his own massive load, painting Nikko's eager face in pearly streaks that drip down his jaw.