Crotch Rocket

Drew Cutler and Conner Habib craved the wild rush of a party, but the club doors had slammed shut. Heat pulsed through them, undimmed and insistent. They chose the street itself as their playground. Lips crashed together in a hungry kiss, bodies twisting like ravenous teens on the prowl. Conner dropped to his knees, eager, and took Drew's thick corncob into his mouth, sucking with fervent pulls. The big man reciprocated, yanking Conner's dick free from his jeans and swallowing it whole, throat working in greedy rhythm. They flipped again—Drew seized Conner's head, thrusting his engorged length deep, force-feeding him every inch. Then Drew turned his attention lower, parting Conner's cheeks with firm hands, slapping the flesh before his tongue delved in to lick and tease the tight hole. Conner moaned, a sigh of pure bliss, as he straddled Drew and sank down onto that rigid cock, riding hard and fast. They fucked on, Conner's gasps punctuating the slick slide of skin on skin. Positions shifted; Drew reclined now, offering himself up as Conner plunged in, drilling deep into his hole. Face to face at last, tension coiled and snapped—Drew came first, ropes of hot juice splattering Conner's mug in a messy triumph. Conner chased right after, his own release matching squirt for squirt, sealing their street-side frenzy.