My Boss is A Dick

Mateo Zagal and Milo Madera sit across from each other in the quiet office hum, eyes stealing glances at the curve of a shoulder, the flex of a forearm. Tension simmers. Milo rises, heads to the bathroom. Mateo follows without a word. Inside, they stand shoulder to shoulder at the urinals, gazes dropping bold to each other's cocks—thick, uncut lengths stirring under scrutiny. Milo meets Mateo's advances with a sly smile. They compare, hands brushing shafts, veins pulsing. Mateo drops to his knees, the tile cold against his skin. He engulfs Milo's uncut cock, lips stretching wide, tongue swirling the foreskin back to taste salty skin. He licks down the shaft, then lower, parting cheeks to trace Milo's crack, prepping that tight hole with wet, insistent strokes. Milo groans, ready for bareback heat. But first, he pushes Mateo up, sinks to his knees, chokes down that thick, uncut fuck stick—gagging a little, eyes watering, saliva dripping. Satisfied, Milo turns, bends over the sink, arches his back. Mateo slides in raw, gripping hips, thrusting deep. They move everywhere—against the wall, the stall door rattling—until Milo perches on the counter, legs spread wide. Mateo pounds relentless, balls slapping, until Milo shudders, spilling hot ropes across his abs. Mateo's turn builds fast. Milo kneels once more, face upturned, as Mateo unloads warm cum in thick spurts across his cheeks and lips.