Maximum Torque

Kirk Cummings lay sprawled under a greasy sedan, wrench in hand, when he caught sight of Devin Trez slipping into the bathroom. Curiosity pulled Kirk upright. He followed, heart pounding, and ducked into the stall beside Devin's. Through a jagged gloryhole, Kirk watched Devin's fist pump that massive cock—thick, veined, demanding attention. Devin fed it through the opening, and Kirk met it with his warm, eager mouth. He pushed forward, lips stretching wide, chasing the base of that towering pole without letting a gag escape. But his throat rebelled at the depth. Kirk pulled back, pressing his ass to the hole instead. Devin thrust in smooth and deep, claiming him from the shadows. Barriers shattered now—Kirk stepped into Devin's stall, dropping to his knees to deepthroat the cock still slick from his own hole. Devin gripped his head and fucked his face without mercy, relentless strokes making Kirk gag and choke on that penetrating meat, saliva spilling like a siren's call. As reward for the struggle, Devin pulled him up for a deep tongue bath, their mouths tangling in raw hunger. Then Devin entered him bareback again, raw and unyielding. Devin sank onto the toilet seat, and Kirk straddled him, bouncing up and down on that lengthy dick, his hole gripping tight. With Kirk riding him like a storm, Devin shattered—blowing his load deep inside, flooding him with heat. Kirk hopped off for ass-to-mouth, Devin's cum dripping from his stretched ass in pearly trails. He climbed back on, riding hard until his own hand coaxed a hefty load from his cock, splattering the floor in messy triumph.