Huge #1

The city swelters under a relentless sun, air thick with heat haze. Two guys linger on the corner, shirts clinging to sweat-slicked skin, bantering about escaping to the beach—cool waves, cold beers, a break from the grind. Laughter bounces between them, easy and unhurried. Then Mark and Lee Ryder saunter up, all easy confidence and sharp smiles. Words flow smooth, magnetic, pulling the pair toward the shadowed mouth of a back alley. No resistance. Just the thrill of the unknown tugging them deeper into the dim corridor, walls closing in like a secret shared. Doors creak shut behind. Inside, hands roam bold and insistent—shirts yanked off, pants shoved down. Mark's mouth claims one guy's cock first, lips sealing tight, tongue swirling with wicked precision. Lee takes the other, fingers digging into hips, sucking deep until moans echo off the bricks. They switch, relentless, bodies pressing close in the stifling heat. One guy bucks against Lee's throat, spilling hot and sudden, cum flooding out in thick ropes. Mark's turn now—he bends his prey over a rusted trash can, thrusts in hard, pounding rhythm building to a fevered crescendo. The guy gasps, body shuddering as Mark unloads inside, pulling out to paint his back and ass with the rest, leaving him slumped there, drenched and spent, cum dripping down his thighs onto the grimy metal. Mark and Lee straighten up, smirks lingering, and stroll out arm-in-arm with the second guy— their new plaything, flushed and willing—heading off into the haze, the alley forgotten behind them.