Midnight Run

Justin Bailey watches, breath caught, as Johnny Rey kneels before the glory hole. An anonymous cock thrusts through the partition, thick and insistent. Johnny's lips part, enveloping it with eager hunger. He sucks deep, tongue swirling, drawing out every pulse until the stranger erupts, flooding his mouth with hot release. Johnny swallows it down, eyes gleaming with wicked satisfaction. Then he rises, fisting his own rigid length. Strokes quicken. He groans, and his cum arcs out in heavy ropes, splattering the stall walls, dripping down in glistening trails—a private baptism of lust.