Built Tough

Jake Andrews still thought about that night with blond Cort Jensen, the way he'd brought him home, their hunger igniting like a spark on dry tinder. They clawed at each other, hands roaming wild. Sweaty skin slid against sweaty skin, chests heaving, cocks straining. Jake dropped to his knees first, tongue tracing the salty length of Cort's dick before sucking it deep, then lapping at those heavy, hairy balls. Cort groaned, gripping Jake's hair. They switched, Cort's mouth hot and eager on Jake's throbbing shaft, teasing the coarse hair with flicks of his tongue. Minutes blurred into frenzy. Jake bent Cort over the bed, slicked up, and thrust in hard, pounding with rhythmic force until Cort shuddered and came. Then Cort flipped him, claimed him just as fiercely, their bodies slick and spent in the afterglow.