Cruisin'

Blond Troy MacKenzie, the student who knows more than he lets on, catches the eye of Race Jensen, the muscled dog-walker prowling the neighborhood. Race's gaze lingers, heavy with intent, pulling Troy into his orbit. They slip inside without a word, the air thick with promise. Lips meet first—urgent, devouring kisses that leave them breathless. Troy drops to his knees, taking Race's thick cock deep into his mouth, sucking with a rhythm that builds like a storm. Race groans, fingers threading through Troy's golden hair, guiding him harder, faster. Hands roam lower. Race teases Troy's hole with slick fingers, circling, probing, stretching him open inch by inch until Troy begs for more. Then the real fire ignites. Race bends Troy over, thrusts in deep, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy of sweat and need. Each powerful stroke hits that sweet spot, unraveling Troy's control, until the pleasure shatters them both in a blinding climax.