Convictions, Part 1

Brett Michaels and Dylan Reece pause their experiment, heat surging between them like a sudden storm. Dylan tugs at Brett's black jeans, freeing that fat cock in one swift pull. They clash, cocks dueling in the charged air—thrust, parry, tease—until Brett drops to his knees, mouth claiming Dylan's length with urgent hunger. Dylan's hands roam, fingers sinking into Brett's irresistible ripe rump, kneading the plump flesh. He dives in, tongue tracing the cleft, munching that ass with greedy laps that draw moans from deep within Brett. The attention ignites him; Brett pulls Dylan up, urging him to straddle his face, burying his tongue in that sweet, yielding heat. Craving deeper indulgence, Dylan reclines, legs splaying wide to bare his hole. Brett's fat cock presses forward, breaching him slow and sure. Dylan savors every inch, the stretch a delicious burn. He can't resist—he swings a leg over, straddling Brett's crotch, wiggling down onto that thick shaft. He rides hard, fast, hips slamming in a rhythm that builds to shattering peaks. Climax crashes over them, bodies shuddering in release. They collapse into a warm embrace, limbs tangled, breaths mingling in the afterglow.