Bro Buddies

Michael Boston leans over the pool table, cue in hand, lining up his shot with quiet focus. Jax Thirio strides past, all hung muscle and magnetic pull, drawing Michael's gaze. A nod, a smirk—Michael sets the cue down and follows upstairs, pulse quickening. Jax's eyes lock on that insatiable bubble butt, and he dives in, burying his face between smooth cheeks for a greedy taste of Michael's hole. Michael lifts one leg high, granting full, shameless access to his crack. Jax yanks his shirt off, unleashing his throbbing cock. Michael drops to his knees, helpless against the sight, and wraps his lips around that fat shaft, sucking with raw hunger. Jax thrusts deep into Michael's throat until he's sated, then turns his attention lower. He bends the bubble-butt stud over, raw and relentless, drilling into that tight ass from behind. Michael arches, taking every inch. They shift to the stairs—Jax pins him at the top step, pounding away with fierce rhythm. One last hungry lick of that slick hole, and Jax flips Michael upside down, balancing him on the stairs as he hammers in deep. Michael's heat proves too much; Jax pulls out and glazes the sore, pulsing hole with thick ropes of cum, then slides back inside. Filled to the brim, Michael strokes his own massive cock, spilling his load across sweat-slicked abs. The sight ignites Jax—he leans in, lapping up every drop, before their mouths crash together in a wet, cum-smeared kiss that seals the fire between them.