SCRUM

In the steamy team shower, Max Konnor lathers his chiseled frame, soap suds tracing the bold lines of his body like a lover's teasing touch. Rivulets of water snake over his sculpted curves, stoking the fire of post-game adrenaline. Testosterone surges through him, raw and insistent—the cool spray offers scant relief. Back in the locker room, teammate Isaac X appears, eyes locking on Max's rigid invitation. Isaac drops to his knees without a word, lips parting to claim Max's thick shaft. He devours every inch of that ten-inch beast, throat working in fierce devotion. Gagging echoes softly as he pushes limits for the team. Then Isaac bends over, offering his ass. Max dives in, tongue plunging deep to rim that tight hole with hungry laps. Craving the main event, Max rises and thrusts his bare cock inside, raw and unrelenting. Isaac's jockstrap clings like a second skin as Max pounds from behind, deep and bareback. They shift—Isaac sprawls on his back, gazing up into Max's eyes while his hole yields to the stretch. That vise-like grip proves too much; Max withdraws, erupting in a heavy rope across Isaac's entrance. Undeterred, Isaac grinds back onto Max's spent dick, riding until his own release splatters hot across his chest.