Night Flight

Joe Gere had barely caught his breath from reuniting with Kurt Marshall when the doorbell chimed, sharp and insistent. He swung the door open to reveal O.G. Johnson, face twisted in a storm of marital fury. O.G. needed release—needed to bury his thick, fat cock deep inside Joe, to thrust away the day's bitterness in raw, pounding rhythm. Joe managed it, somehow, guiding O.G.'s bulk into the shadowed corner of the foyer. They fucked hard and quiet, bodies slick with urgent sweat, never once rousing the lover waiting upstairs.