This End Up

Alec Powers leans back, eyes locked on muscle-bound Dean Johnson as he peels away his clothes in a slow, teasing striptease. Dean feels it instantly—Alec's cock stirring, thickening with hunger. The two studs, bodies slick with sweat, surrender to the empty club's pulse. They drop to their knees, mouths devouring each other's rigid shafts, tongues swirling over pulsing veins. Lips part wider, taking every inch, throats working in greedy rhythm. Then fingers probe, parting firm cheeks to circle tight holes, dipping in deep while tongues lap at puckered entrances, rimming with wet, insistent strokes. Desire builds to a fever. Alec positions Dean, grips his hips, and thrusts his thick cock deep into that welcoming ass. He pumps hard, relentless—first from behind, then flipping Dean to face him, legs hooked over shoulders, pounding with raw power. They switch again, Dean riding Alec's length, grinding down until muscles clench. Finally, ecstasy erupts: Alec pulls out and blasts thick ropes of pearly cum across Dean's chest, while Dean strokes himself to his own shuddering release, hot seed spilling in heavy spurts.