Just Sex

Ian Holmes lounged in utter boredom, the day stretching endlessly before him. But salvation arrived in the form of his trusty booty call, ever eager to answer the summons. Jake Nicola barely crossed the threshold—five steps in—and Ian devoured him with a fierce, devouring kiss. The host's hunger ignited; he bounded onto the bed, arching his back to bare his eager hole for the bearded top's skilled tongue. Jake rimmed him deep, teasing and probing until Ian's ass gleamed, primed and quivering. Ready for the bareback pounding of the ages, Ian impaled himself on Jake's impossibly thick cock, sinking down inch by relentless inch until his cheeks swallowed the full girth of that meaty prize. Skin slapped against skin, the rhythm building to a thunderous crescendo as the hairy top drove harder, deeper, claiming every clench and gasp. Climax loomed; Jake misjudged his own potency, his load erupting in wild arcs across the room. Ian, stretched wide and spent, sprawled there, his body hair matted thick with ropes of his own hot release.