Afternoon Affairs

The doorbell chimes through the humid air. Naked and glistening, Josh Moore snatches a towel to drape over his hips. He swings the door open to find Michael Boston, the A/C repairman, standing there in shorts that hug his magnificent ass like a second skin. Josh's eyes linger, admiration sparking heat. With a sly grin, he lets the towel fall, revealing his own colossal uncut cock, heavy and inviting. Michael doesn't hesitate. He drops to one knee on the doorstep, lips parting to take a few deep, teasing sucks of Josh's throbbing rod. They stumble inside to the living room, urgency building. Josh peels off Michael's clothes, exposing every taut inch of the stud's body. Michael sinks back to his knees, resuming his worship—polishing Josh's knob with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue. Josh tests the edges, thrusting deeper, watching Michael's throat bulge around the thick pole until gags echo in the room—a symphony of surrender. Craving his turn, Josh maneuvers the stud onto all fours. He spreads those firm cheeks and plunges his tongue into the warm crevice, savoring the musky sweetness of Michael's insatiable hole. It's a banquet Josh devours, licking and probing until desire boils over. Josh settles onto the couch, legs spread wide. Michael straddles him, and Josh guides his thick, raw cock into that eager ass, inch by unyielding inch. Michael braces his hands on the floor, body arching as Josh drills deep, relentless. They shift—doggy-style giving way to Michael flat on the carpet, legs splayed. Josh pounds that tight hole bareback, the grip milking him until ecstasy hits. He pulls out just in time, glazing Michael's ass with ropes of thick, creamy cum. Michael's turn surges. He climbs atop Josh, planting his ass on that eager face. Josh laps hungrily as Michael strokes himself to release, spurting his load across Josh's heaving chest. The A/C hums forgotten in the corner—will it ever get fixed?