Deep In Hot Water

Brad Phillips slips through the door hours before dawn, his suitcase whispering against the hardwood. The business trip had dragged on, but now he's home, drawn by the pull of Rex Chandler's wandering gaze across the room. Rex, all lust and loose limbs on the couch, freezes—then grins, a predator's invitation. They collide in a tangle of need, rekindling flames that never truly dimmed. Brad's missed that thick cock, the way it fills his mouth like a promise kept. He drops to his knees, lips parting to take Rex deep, sucking hard and relentless. His throat opens wide, accommodating every inch as his hand works his own pulsing shaft, strokes syncing with the rhythm of Rex's low groans. Short, fierce pulls. Long, teasing glides. Rex's fingers thread through Brad's hair, guiding, demanding more. But Rex craves the heat of Brad's ass, that tight grip waiting to claim him. Brad bends willingly, eager for the stretch, the burn of that thick stick driving deep inside. Rex enters him slow at first, then fierce—pounding from behind, hips snapping with raw intent. They shift: Brad on his back, legs hooked over Rex's shoulders, taking it deeper still. Side by side, sweat-slicked and urgent. Rex rails him until the room spins with their gasps. Finally, release crashes over them—thick ropes of hot cum spilling from Rex across Brad's chest, while Brad erupts in his own hand, bodies shuddering in shared ecstasy.