Gotta Have It

Tristan Hunter freezes, eyes locked on Damien White sprawled in bed, his morning wood straining like a promise unkept. Tristan's own cock throbs, rigid against the daylight, urging his hand to stroke slow circles. He drinks in the sight of Damien's XL length, thick and unyielding, until hunger wins. Kneeling, Tristan swallows him whole, lips stretching around that massive shaft in a deep, velvet pull. Damien stirs awake, a grin cracking his face as he thrusts into the eager heat of Tristan's throat. No barriers between them, he flips Tristan onto all fours and drives his bare cock deep into that flawless, smooth ass—raw and relentless. Tristan arches, taking every girthy inch like a seasoned rider, switching from doggy to missionary, then riding reverse with a twist that makes Damien groan. Finally, Damien withdraws, ropes of cum painting Tristan's cheeks in sticky white arcs. He slides back in, claiming the slick, used hole one last time. Tristan unravels seconds later, his hot load erupting across Damien's pristine sheets in a glorious, messy spill.