Touch Me

Dawn's soft light filters through the curtains. Steve Hammond steps into the shower, water cascading over his skin as he readies for the day. In the bedroom, Troy MacKenzie stirs lazily, eyes heavy with sleep. Steve dresses in his crisp shirt and slacks, leans down to brush a gentle kiss across Troy's lips. 'See you tonight,' he murmurs, then slips out the door to work. The lock clicks shut, and Troy reaches for the phone. His voice low, urgent, he summons Eric Manchester. Minutes tick by. The doorbell hums. Eric strides in, and Troy pulls him close, their bodies colliding in a rush of heat. Eric's hands roam, greedy, tracing Troy's smooth contours from the curve of his neck to the dip of his waist, then lower. He drops to his knees, lips and tongue mapping every inch, savoring the salt of skin. Troy turns, presenting himself. Eric grips those firm, round cheeks, delivers sharp slaps that echo pink against flesh. Fingers part the mounds, probing, exposing that tight, sweet hole. He works Troy open with patient strokes, slick and insistent. Troy lowers himself, inch by inch, onto Eric's throbbing cock, a slow impalement that draws gasps from them both. Eric flips Troy onto his stomach, spreads him wide, and thrusts deep—raw, unyielding. The rhythm builds, sweat-slicked. He rolls Troy over again, locking eyes as he drives his shaft to the hilt, hips snapping with purpose. Troy's hunger flares endless, but Eric tests it, slicing in from the side like a blade, hips bucking in a fierce final surge. Climax crashes over them. They erupt together, supercharged loads spilling hot and wild. They collapse, entwined in the warm haze of release, breaths mingling. Then—the door swings open. Steve stands frozen, eyes wide on the tangled scene.