Through The Woods

Pierre's trek to Grandma's house demanded one final ritual before he could hit the road. His roommate, D.C. Chandler, loomed in the doorway, that massive cock already straining against his jeans like a promise kept too long. Pierre dropped to his knees without a word, mouth watering at the sight. Chandler unzipped slowly, freeing the thick length that bobbed free, veins pulsing with heat. He gripped Pierre's hair, guiding him forward. Pierre's lips stretched wide, taking the head first—salty pre-cum coating his tongue—then inch by throbbing inch down his throat. Chandler thrust deep, fucking Pierre's face with steady rhythm, balls slapping against his chin. Spit dripped from Pierre's chin as he gagged, eyes watering, but he pushed on, hollowing his cheeks for that perfect suction. Chandler growled low, pulling out just to slap the wet shaft across Pierre's flushed cheeks. Then he bent Pierre over the couch, yanking down his pants to expose that eager ass. No lube needed; Pierre was slick with want. Chandler pressed in, breaching him slow at first, the stretch burning sweet. He bottomed out, filling Pierre completely, hips snapping forward in powerful strokes. Pierre moaned, fingers clawing the cushions, body rocking with each deep-dicking plunge. Chandler's hands roamed—pinching nipples, slapping ass—building that fire until Pierre shattered, cum spilling hot across the fabric. Chandler followed, pumping his load deep inside, marking him one last time before the journey began.