Double Whammy

From his perch on the scaffolding outside their bedroom window, hunky housepainter Roger catches sight of two lovers in their languid morning goodbye. One of the handsome pair kisses the other deeply, then grabs his briefcase and heads off to work. Alone now, the remaining stud sinks onto the bed, wraps his fist around his swollen prick, and strokes with urgent rhythm. Roger can't resist. He slips through the open window, his muscular frame filling the doorway. The two studs lock eyes, grins spreading as clothes hit the floor. They collide in a frenzy—lips crashing, hands roaming hard planes of muscle. Roger drops to his knees, engulfs the stud's throbbing cock in his hot mouth, sucking deep and relentless. The stud moans, fingers tangling in Roger's hair, thrusting hips forward. They switch, the stud devouring Roger's thick shaft with equal hunger, tongue swirling over every ridge. Then Joe Andrews bursts back in, unexpected and aroused. His arrival ignites the fire. Joe joins the tangle, shedding his suit in seconds. Cocksucking circles the room—each man taking turns, lips stretched wide, throats working greedily. Asses get packed next: Roger bends the stud over, plunges in deep, pounding with raw power while Joe feeds his cock into the stud's mouth. Positions shift like a fever dream—Joe railing Roger from behind as Roger buries himself in the stud, a chain of slick, slapping flesh. Sweat slicks their bodies, grunts echo off the walls. Climax crashes in waves: the stud erupts first, splattering hot ropes across Roger's chest. Joe follows, pulling out to paint the stud's back in thick bursts. Roger finishes last, his load exploding over both men in a sticky wakeup salute.