The Renegade

Trent Reed, that hunky mechanic with grease-streaked arms and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, has been tinkering with Ken's bike all afternoon. But when he picks up the sweaty leather vest Ken left behind and inhales its musky tang, his mind shifts gears. Servicing Ken suddenly sounds like the real thrill. He yanks his thick cock free from those skin-tight jeans, wrapping his callused hand around the cut shaft. He strokes it slow at first, building heat, then faster until ropes of cum blast across his smooth, muscled torso in hot, sticky arcs. Ken strides back in, eyes locking on the scene. Without a word, he grabs Trent's head and rams his cock into the mechanic's eager mouth. He fucks it relentlessly, hips thrusting deep, until he unloads, painting Trent's chest with thick spurts of seed. The warm slickness tips Trent over—his second load erupts, splattering fresh across his abs. Ken spins him around, bends the muscled hunk over the workbench. He pounds Trent's tight ass with deliberate, grinding strokes—slow, then hard, each one stretching and claiming. When the orgasm crashes into Trent, it's like lightning forking up his spine from the base of his balls, exploding in a shuddering wave of ecstasy that leaves him gasping. As Trent slumps forward after his third ball-emptying climax, Ken eases his massive fuckpole out of the ravaged hole, inch by glistening inch.