By Invitation Only

In the dim glow of a shared bathroom, Hal Rockland locks eyes with Hunter Scott across the sinks. Hal tugs at his crooked tie, a sheepish grin breaking through. 'Mind giving me a hand?' he asks. Hunter steps closer, his intentions sharpening like a blade in silk. He sinks to his knees, fingers deftly loosening the knot before trailing lower. Hal's uncut cock stirs under the fabric, thickening as Hunter frees it with a hungry pull. Lips part, and Hunter slurps along the length, savoring the foreskin's soft slide over the hardening shaft, tongue swirling with deliberate greed. Saliva glistens, dripping in warm trails. Hal groans, hands fisting Hunter's hair. But Hunter craves more. He rises, turns, braces against the cool porcelain. Hal wastes no time—spreads those firm cheeks wide, exposing the tight, puckered hole begging for invasion. With a slick push, Hal thrusts in deep, filling Hunter completely. They move in raw rhythm, skin slapping, breaths ragged, until release shatters them both.