Accidental Lovers

Michal Tarkus strolled through the shadowed alley when he spotted Dano Sulik, can in hand, tagging the brick wall with bold strokes of graffiti. The air hung thick with the sharp scent of spray paint. Michal paused, his gaze lingering. 'Why waste your talent here?' he said, voice low and inviting. 'Let's find a better spot—something that builds instead of defacing.' Dano lowered the can, a sly grin cracking his face. They slipped away together, drawn to the husk of an abandoned building nearby, its windows like empty eyes staring into the night. Inside, dust motes danced in the faint light filtering through cracks. No words needed now. Dano unzipped first, pulling out his thick, nine-inch uncut cock, heavy and half-hard, the foreskin smooth as silk over the swelling head. Michal matched him without hesitation, freeing his own nine inches—uncut, veined, and pulsing with promise. They stood there, exposed and unashamed, the air between them crackling like a live wire, cocks bobbing in silent challenge.