Big Delivery

I've got a package for Marlowe, the delivery man Paul Bain growls, his voice rough as gravel. Scott Bond's pulse races the instant his eyes drop to Paul's bulging crotch. 'He's not in. I'll sign for it—I'm alone here,' Scott says, voice steady but heart hammering. 'Oh yeah?' Paul mutters, shoving through the door. He grabs Scott, yanks the startled young man's face to his own, and claims his mouth in a fierce, lingering kiss. Control shatters. They claw at each other's rock-hard bodies, tongues tracing every ridge and valley from neck to navel. Scott rips off Paul's uniform in a frenzy, zeroing in on that massive cock straining free. He devours it, lips sliding from the swollen mushroom head down to those heavy, cum-swollen balls. Suddenly, Paul spins Scott around and drives his iron-hard shaft deep into that tight hole. He pounds fast and brutal, then shifts to slow, grinding thrusts that stretch Scott wide. The heat surges. Scott flips the script, slamming his own monster dick into Paul's eager ass. They chase ecstasy past all limits until, bodies quaking, they erupt—ropes of hot cum splattering their bronzed torsos in wild abandon.