Billy's Tale

Greg Ross, the chauffeur on a mission, knocks from door to door, his pulse quickening with every unanswered ring. Billy's trail runs cold until Tim Barnett swings the door wide, his frame filling the threshold like an invitation unspoken. Greg's resolve crumbles in an instant. He steps inside, driven by a hunger that eclipses the search. They collide in the dim hallway, lips crashing, hands roaming with urgent greed. Tim drops to his knees first, tongue tracing Greg's cleft in slow, teasing circles, savoring the musky heat. Greg groans, fingers tangling in Tim's hair, pulling him closer until the rimming builds to a fevered rhythm. They switch, Greg devouring Tim's ass with the same relentless fervor, lapping and probing until Tim begs for more. Mouths follow, wet and insistent—Greg swallows Tim's cock deep, throat working around the throbbing length, while Tim returns the favor, sucking with a vacuum seal that draws guttural moans from Greg's chest. Finally, they fuck, bodies slamming together in a frenzy. Greg pins Tim against the wall, thrusting hard and deep, hips pistoning as sweat slicks their skin. Tim flips him over the couch, pounding with wild abandon, each stroke chasing release. They crest together, a torrent of satisfaction flooding through them, leaving nothing but sated gasps in the afterglow.