The Ivy League

Roman Heart, sharp as the cue he wields, coaxes the wide-eyed newbie Tony Martin from his pants. He spreads Tony eagle-wide on the red felt, right behind the eight ball. They trade turns devouring each other—lips and tongues tracing slick paths, breaths ragged with hunger. Tony climbs atop, impaling himself on Roman's thick length. He bounces, winces flashing across his face with each deep thrust. Roman drives in fully, cock and balls vanishing into the corner pocket's tight grip. He pulls out on cue, spending hot ropes across Tony's heaving chest.