Tales From The Locker Room 2

Dr. Cade Maddox eyed the young jock Masyn Thorne in the steamy locker room haze. 'If you want those random boners to quit popping up,' Cade said, voice low and steady, 'jerk your meat more often.' He never saw it coming when Masyn, cheeks flushing, asked for jerk-off tips right then and there. Always game to lend a hand—or more—Cade unzipped and pulled out his girthy cock, demonstrating the firm grip, the slow twist at the head. Masyn watched, eyes wide, then mirrored him with eager strokes. But the quick study surged ahead, dropping his shorts and spreading wide, inviting the doctor's oversized equipment into his tight hole. Legs hoisted high in the air, Masyn gasped sharp as Cade thrust in deep, pumping bareback with relentless rhythm. Sweat slicked their skin; the bench creaked under the force. Masyn's athletic frame quivered, and soon he erupted—an ocean of jizz splattering across the wood. He sank to his knees just in time, mouth open, as Cade's cock showered him in hot release.