Convictions, Part 1

Tommy Lord saunters up to Blake Harper, eyes locked on the rigid length straining against Blake's pants. Without a word, Tommy drops to his knees and traces his tongue along the throbbing shaft, savoring the salty pulse before enveloping the head in a slow, deliberate suck. Blake's breath hitches. Tommy's hands slide around from behind, cupping those heavy balls, drawing one into his mouth with a teasing pull that sends shivers racing up Blake's spine. Rising smoothly, Tommy perches on the edge of a nearby chair, legs splayed wide. He turns just enough to offer a teasing glimpse—his tight hole winking in invitation. Fingers slick with spit, he circles his own rim, dipping in with a gasp that echoes the hunger in Blake's gaze. Blake can't resist. He steps forward, grips Tommy's hips, and thrusts deep into that welcoming heat, the chair creaking under their rhythm. But Blake wants more control. He hoists Tommy into the air, strong arms locking around his waist as he pounds upward, each lift driving Blake's cock to the hilt. Tommy's pleas spill out—'Harder, fuck, give it to me'—raw and desperate. He twists free just long enough to straddle Blake again, impaling himself on that thick rod. Up and down he bounces, thighs flexing, ass clenching like a vice until ecstasy rips through him. Cum erupts from Tommy's cock in hot spurts, painting his own abs. Blake follows seconds later, pulling out to unleash ropes of seed across Tommy's heaving chest, marking him in glistening triumph.