Accidental Lovers

Michal Tarkus strolled through the shadowed alley when he spotted Dano Sulik, can in hand, tagging the crumbling brick wall with bold, defiant strokes of graffiti. The air hummed with the hiss of spray paint. Michal paused, a sly smile curling his lips. 'Why waste that fire on bricks?' he said, voice low and inviting. 'Let's find a better canvas—something more... constructive.' Dano's eyes flicked up, intrigued, and he capped the can with a decisive snap. They slipped away together, drawn to the husk of an abandoned building nearby, its windows like empty eyes watching their approach. Inside, dust motes danced in the faint light filtering through cracked panes. No words needed now. Dano tugged at his belt first, unleashing his thick, nine-inch uncut cock, veins pulsing with raw promise. Michal matched him without hesitation, freeing his own massive length—nine inches of uncircumcised heat, heavy and eager. They stood there, exposed and unashamed, cocks hanging bold between them like silent challenges, the air thickening with unspoken hunger.