Cruisin'

Race Jensen's eyes locked onto Jack Lofton the moment the naval officer strode into view, crisp dress whites hugging his broad shoulders and trim waist like a second skin. Race didn't waste a breath. 'Come back to my place,' he murmured, voice low and laced with promise. Jack's nod was all the invitation needed. The door clicked shut, and they collided—lips crashing, tongues battling in a frenzy that devoured time itself. Race's hands roamed Jack's uniform, popping buttons with urgent fingers. They kissed like starved men, breaths ragged, bodies pressing close until heat built to a breaking point. Race shoved Jack toward the desk, sweeping lamps and papers to the floor in a clattering cascade. They tumbled onto the cleared surface, a whirlwind of mouths and hands. Race dropped to his knees first, freeing Jack's thick cock from those pristine whites. He took it deep, sucking with fierce rhythm—wet, sloppy pulls that had Jack groaning, fingers twisting in Race's hair. Jack returned the favor moments later, his lips sealing around Race's shaft, tongue swirling the head before swallowing him whole. They traded off, a symphony of slurps and moans, each man worshiping the other's hardness until pre-cum slicked their chins. Lust pulled them toward the staircase. Race guided Jack down, parting those firm cheeks with steady hands. He dove in, tongue tracing the tight ring before probing deep—lapping, circling, teasing the sensitive flesh until Jack bucked and begged, his naval poise shattered into raw pleas. Race couldn't hold back. He bent Jack over the lowest step, slicking his cock with spit before thrusting in—one brutal, claiming plunge that buried him to the hilt. Jack gasped, ass clenching around the invasion. They started up the stairs like that, Race pounding hard, hips snapping with relentless force. But the fire burned too hot; halfway up, they froze, too ravenous to climb another inch. Race flipped Jack onto his back across the steps, legs hoisted high and wide. He drove in again, deep and punishing, watching Jack's face twist in ecstasy. Jack came first, his body arching as ropes of cum erupted across his taut stomach—a massive, pulsing load that painted him in sticky white. Race followed soon after, grinding through his own release inside that gripping heat.