Maximum Torque

Myles Landon, all rippling muscle and focused grit, hunches over his workbench in the shop, tools scattered like forgotten promises. Aspen circles him, a teasing whirlwind of pokes and prods, refusing to let the man breathe. Myles endures it until the playful jabs snap his patience—then he surges forward, pins Aspen with effortless strength, and bends him over the edge of the bench. Myles dives in, tongue lashing at Aspen's ass, claiming every inch with hungry laps and probing flicks. Aspen melts into it now, the attention he's craved flooding through him. He arches back, offering his hole fully to Myles' relentless tongue, then gasps as fingers join the feast, stretching and teasing with slick precision. Myles grips those cheeks wide, exposing the hairy prize, and thrusts his thick cock inside—raw, unyielding, burying deep in one commanding stroke. Aspen yields completely, letting Myles drill him bareback, balls slapping against skin with each powerful plunge that hits his prostate like a thunderclap. When the rhythm builds to a fever, Aspen drops to his knees, mouth watering for the fat rod still slick from his depths. He swallows it whole, deepthroating with greedy pulls, tasting himself on every vein-pulsing inch. Rising, Aspen impales himself, lowering his hole onto Myles' pole in a slow, deliberate grind that steals both their breaths. They shift once more—Myles takes control, flipping Aspen and pumping hard into that welcoming heat. Aspen's body tenses, then erupts, shooting ropes of cum across the shop floor in wild arcs. That's Myles' signal; he pulls out just enough to glaze Aspen's hairy hole with hot, thick seed, marking his territory in glistening triumph.