Open House

Mark Andrews, his body chiseled like a statue, straddles the weight bench. Johnny Rahm kneels before him, eyes locked on that thick shaft, mouth watering with hunger. He dives in, lips wrapping tight around Mark's cock, tongue swirling with greedy intent. Mark grips Johnny's hair. He thrusts forward, face-fucking him deep and relentless. Johnny gags but pushes back, taking every inch. Then Mark pulls free, flips the script. He drops low, savoring Johnny's monster cock—veins pulsing, head slick and swollen. Mark sucks him hard, drawing moans that echo off the gym walls, leaving Johnny utterly speechless, lost in the pull. Johnny recovers just enough to return the favor. He attacks Mark's cock again, slurping and stroking while Mark's fingers probe lower. He teases Johnny's hole, circling the rim before sliding in, one finger, then two. He stretches him wide, prepping that tight heat for what's coming. Johnny bucks against the invasion, breath ragged. Mark bends him over the bench, ass up and exposed. He lines up his stiff cock and drives in, filling Johnny in one smooth plunge. They rut like animals—Mark pounding deep, Johnny pushing back to meet every thrust. Sweat slicks their skin; the air thickens with grunts and the slap of flesh. Mark sits back, cock standing proud. Johnny straddles him, impaling himself fully. He rides furiously, hips slamming up and down, chasing that edge. Mark grips his waist, thrusting up to match the frenzy. Tension coils tight. They erupt together—Johnny spilling hot across Mark's chest, Mark flooding him deep inside, both men shuddering in raw release.