This End Up

Cutter West spots Troy Halston thumbing a ride on the dusty roadside. He pulls over, and Troy climbs in, eyes sharp. Minutes pass before Troy's gaze drops to the heavy bulge straining Cutter's jeans. Gratitude sparks something hotter. Troy's hand reaches over, unzips with purpose, and wraps around Cutter's thick shaft. He strokes firm and fast, coaxing out a ropey burst that splatters the dashboard in creamy streaks. Inside the cabin's warm glow, the two blond studs—lean, taut, and insatiable—pick up where the road left off. Troy drops to his knees, tongue tracing Cutter's length before swallowing him whole. He laps at the tip, then spins him around to bury his face between those firm cheeks, rimming deep and deliberate, teasing the heat alive. Cutter takes charge soon enough, slick fingers circling Troy's tight pucker, probing gently at first, then easing it open with steady pressure. Ready now, Cutter slicks his cock and presses in—slow, then deep. He thrusts with quick, hungry snaps of his hips, pounding that welcoming ass. The rhythm builds to a fever, bodies slick and locked. Cutter unloads first, flooding Troy's depths, and Troy follows, spilling hot across the sheets. They collapse, breaths mingling in quiet triumph.