Maximum Cruise

Brian Cruise locked eyes with John Ross, hunger burning in his gaze. He dropped to his knees and took John's rod in one deep, greedy swallow, throat stretching around the thick length. John gasped, fingers fumbling fast as he wrestled Brian's meat free from the tight confines of his jeans. The cock sprang out, hard and ready. John devoured it whole, his tongue lapping greedily at the heavy balls before sucking the moist, leaking tip with fierce pulls. Brian's control snapped. He flipped John around, slicked himself quick, and thrust deep into that tight hole. He plowed his ass with reckless abandon, hips slamming forward in a rhythm that echoed their raw need. Sweat slicked their skin as they moved together, bodies colliding like waves in a storm. Finally, they pulled apart just enough to jerk off, fists flying over their swollen cocks. Both erupted in hot spurts, shooting their wads across each other's chests in a messy, triumphant release.