Hotel California

Dylan Reece spots Spike on the hotel patio, and they circle each other like cocks in the ring—eyes sharp with curiosity, lips curling in wicked delight. These two stallions waste no time. They clash in a heated tangle, hands roaming bold and hungry, bodies twisting in a raw dance of desire. Spike's long, rigid cock hunts every secret spot on Dylan's sculpted frame. He wedges it between Dylan's thighs, thrusting slow and teasing, grazing the tender skin where leg meets groin. Dylan arches back against him, fisting his own throbbing shaft. Spike's tip juts forward from the V of Dylan's legs, nudging his heavy sac with each insistent push. Spike erupts first—jets of scorching cum spraying wild. Dylan chases right after, spilling his load in hot, pulsing waves.