Tales From The Locker Room 3

Fresh from the locker room shower, Michael Boston feels AJ Sloan's gaze tracing every inch of his naked form as he rubs the towel over damp skin. He doesn't flinch under the stare. Instead, he steps closer, offering his rigid cock for AJ to swallow deep. Danger hangs in the air—anyone could burst in at any moment. AJ drops to his knees and works the jock's shaft with eager lips. Soon, he bends over a nearby bench, exposing his sweaty hole. Michael's fingers probe first, then his tongue dives in, rimming with hungry precision. The thrill spikes Michael's pulse; this is his second workout, pounding into AJ's ass bare, right there in the college locker room. He drives relentlessly, flipping positions as AJ rides him hard, muscles clenching around every thrust. Sweat slicks their bodies in the steamy haze. Finally, Michael pulls out and erupts into AJ's waiting mouth. AJ follows suit, spilling his load across his own chest, while Michael's massive cheeks descend, smothering him in a final, filthy claim.