Jockstrapped

Dave sat lost in thought, the quiet hum of the room wrapping around him like a secret. Then Mac burst through the door, skin glistening with sweat from a brutal workout, his chest heaving. He made for the shower, desperate to rinse off the grime, but Dave's hand shot out, halting him mid-stride. Eyes locked on the bulge straining Mac's shorts, Dave dropped to his knees and yanked them down, freeing that long, hard cock slick with fresh sweat. He dove in, lips sealing around the throbbing length, sucking greedily, tongue lapping every salty drop as if it were the finest vintage. Mac groaned, his fingers finding Dave's ass, probing deep. He stretched that tight hole wide, knuckles curling inside, urging Dave on with a rough whisper: 'Harder, fuck, suck it like you mean it.' Dave obliged, devouring the shaft with fierce hunger, his mouth a relentless vacuum pulling Mac deeper. He didn't stop there—Dave spun Mac around, burying his face in that perfect, sweat-slick ass, tongue tracing the cleft, savoring the musky heat like a forbidden feast. Heat building to a fever, Mac shoved Dave onto the bed and mounted him, cock plunging deep into that stretched, welcoming ass. He rode hard, hips slamming down with raw power, one hand gripping Dave's jockstrap like reins on a wild stallion, yanking to set the brutal rhythm. Dave flipped onto his back, legs splayed wide, as Mac kept humping and grinding, bodies slick and frenzied, chasing that edge together. Their breaths tangled in gasps until release hit—two studs erupting in hot, pulsing loads, painting skin and sheets. Flushed and spent, Mac finally peeled away, heading for the shower with a satisfied grin. Dave lay there, clutching Mac's discarded, sweat-soaked jockstrap—a tangy trophy pressed to his lips.