The Chalet

Falton Exclusive Colton Reece bursts through the door, catching two scorching men locked in a frenzy of raw fucking. Heat surges through him, undeniable and fierce. He bolts to the nearby village, chasing that electric trouble. At a dimly lit bar, he locks eyes with Pietro Duarte. Sparks fly. They clash in a hungry kiss, Colton's hands roaming the hard ridges of Pietro's sculpted body. Clothes hit the floor in a frantic pile. Pietro drops to his knees, mouth watering for Colton's throbbing cock. He gulps it down, inch by thick inch, fighting the gag with determined suction. Colton grips his head, thrusting deep, relentless, turning Pietro's throat into a slick sleeve of desire. Breath ragged, Colton spins him around, bends him over the barstool. His tongue dives into that smooth, puckered hole, lapping and probing with expert hunger. Pietro braces, ass clenching in anticipation. When Colton can't wait another second, Pietro sinks onto the stool, spreading wide. He takes every veined inch of Colton's pole, raw and unyielding. Colton pins him there, merciless, stretching that tight ring until it yields completely. The bar echoes with their solitude—no one else to interrupt this private storm. Colton eases back onto a bench, legs spread. Pietro straddles him, impaling himself on that fat cock, riding with wild abandon, bareback bliss. One final flip: Pietro sprawls on his back, legs hooked high. Colton pounds deep, fucking a shuddering load from him in hot spurts. Then Colton unleashes, thick ropes of cum painting Pietro's chest like a conqueror's mark.