The First Time

Johnny Rahm had never once glanced at those glossy pages of sculpted hunks, their bodies raw and gleaming, cocks thrusting like proud sentinels. But David Grant pulls out a stack of magazines, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He spreads them open before Johnny, and the images hit like a fever—sex gods carved from marble, muscles rippling under taut skin, dicks swollen to impossible girth. The sight ignites them both. Heat surges through their veins. They can't hold back. Johnny dives forward, mouth watering for David's massive shaft. He engulfs it, tongue swirling, lips stretching wide as he sucks with building fury, revving himself to a wild frenzy. Primal hunger surges in Johnny's core. He positions himself, squats low over that towering pole. David grips his hips and drives in—hard, relentless thrusts piercing Johnny's tight ass. They pound together, bodies slick and slamming. Growls rip from their throats, deep and animal. Then release: hot rivers of cum spilling free, marking the peak of their savage union.