Compulsion: He's Gotta Have It

Dcota stumbles upon Trevor Hansen in the dim glow of the room, the man's breath ragged as he watches the neighbors tangle in the hot tub's steamy embrace. Trevor's cock stands rigid, begging for release. Dcota's eyes lock on it. He drops to his knees without a word, lips parting to envelop the throbbing length. He takes it deep, throat yielding to every inch, a slick rhythm building as Trevor's hips buck in approval. Trevor groans, savoring the wet heat, but hunger stirs for his turn. He pulls Dcota up, spins him around, and claims his prize—Dcota's hard cock slides past his lips, filling his mouth with salty urgency. While sucking, Trevor's fingers seek lower, circling Dcota's tight hole before pressing in, stretching it open with deliberate strokes, priming it for what's next. Satisfied, Trevor positions himself beneath, then behind, his stiff cock easing into Dcota's yielding ass. He thrusts upward, then drives from behind, pumping deep and relentless. The pace quickens, urging Dcota's thick load to the surface. It erupts, hot and heavy, coating them both. Trevor follows, spilling inside until they're drenched in their shared release, bodies spent and utterly sated.