Men's Briefs

Tristan Hunter dreams of one Christmas gift: mending the antique watch his grandfather bestowed on boyfriend Shane Cook. Penniless, he grinds through overtime cam sessions for client Max Konnor, stuffing his hole with XXL dildos to scrape together the repair cash. Chaos erupts when a furious Shane storms home, dropping the bomb—Max is his boss, and he knows every thrust Tristan's delivered online for strangers. Tristan stammers his excuse: it was all for the watch. Shane pulls him close, confessing he'd pawned it months ago to ease Tristan's money woes. Their lips crash in a fierce, hungry kiss. Shane's muscled hands peel away Tristan's clothes, exposing that smooth, eager ass. He dives in, tongue lashing the tight rim with slow, teasing swirls. Tristan, primed and aching, climbs aboard. He sinks down on Shane's thick shaft, riding that Yule log cock with abandon. Shane groans, eyes wide in raw delight. The insatiable bottom strokes his own pulsing length as Shane hammers upward, south pole plunging deep into Tristan's welcoming south hole. A handful more bareback drives from that girthy log, and Tristan erupts, his dick unleashing an oversized load. Shane withdraws just in time, draping a fresh blanket of cum over Tristan's holiday hole. They cling together, breathless. In that tangle of limbs, they see it—the truest gift, free and forever, just a few strokes from reach.