Mountain Tops

The morning sun filters through the kitchen window as Chris Damned pours water into the coffee maker, the rich aroma beginning to fill the air. Alpha Wolfe, drawn by the scent, pads in wearing nothing but loose shorts that do little to hide his rigid morning erection straining against the fabric. He notices Chris's gaze lingering and smirks. 'On your knees,' he commands, voice low and husky. Chris drops without hesitation, taking Alpha's thick shaft deep into his throat, lips stretching wide as he swallows inch by inch. The coffee machine beeps its finish, but Chris doesn't pause. He works his mouth down to Alpha's coarse bush, one hand pumping his own uncut cock, foreskin gliding smoothly over the swelling head. Alpha's breath hitches when Chris's dick throbs and grows even harder in his grip. With a grin, Alpha pulls back and trades places, kneeling to engulf Chris's meaty length. He chokes it down greedily, throat contracting around the girth, saliva dripping as he sucks with raw hunger. Satisfied with the mutual worship, Chris spins Alpha around and bends him over the sink. He slicks his hot cock with spit and thrusts in deep, bare and unrelenting, filling Alpha completely. They stumble from the kitchen to the bedroom in a tangle of limbs, Chris collapsing onto the bed. Alpha straddles him, impaling himself and riding with fierce abandon, muscles flexing as he bounces, grinding down to take every pulsing inch. Tension builds like a storm. Chris flips Alpha onto his back and pounds into him relentlessly, hips slamming forward. Alpha arches first, his cock erupting in thick, white ropes that splatter across his hairy abs. Chris follows seconds later, pulling out to drench every inch of Alpha's sweat-slicked body with his hot seed, marking him in the morning light.