Stroke

In the warm glow of the kitchen light, Seth Adkins pulls Matt Skyler close, their lips crashing together in a hungry kiss. Tongues tangle, breaths mingle, hands roam with urgent need. They drop to their knees, eager mouths wrapping around throbbing cocks, sucking deep and rhythmic. Lips slide down shafts, teasing the tips with flicks of the tongue. Then they shift, licking each other's heavy balls, savoring the salty skin, the musky heat building between them. Adkins takes charge, spreading Skyler's cheeks wide. He dives in, tongue probing that tight butthole, lapping circles around the puckered ring, pushing inside with wet insistence. Skyler moans, arching back, his body begging for the invasion. Rising up, Adkins grips his cock and shoves it deep into Skyler's ass, no mercy in the thrust. He fucks him hard and fast against the cool kitchen counter, hips slamming forward in a relentless rhythm. Skin slaps against skin. Skyler grunts, raw and desperate, begging for more—'Harder, fuck, don't stop'—his voice a gravelly plea that spurs Adkins on. Adkins pulls out at the edge, pumping his load onto the tiled floor in thick, white ropes. Skyler, lost in the frenzy, strokes his own cock furiously, and his release arcs high, squirting up over his shoulder in hot spurts that splatter his skin like forbidden rain.