Road Trip, Vol. 4: Big Sur

Scott Fremont drops to his knees, his lips parting to take Jason Michaels deep into his mouth. He works him with steady, hungry suction, tongue swirling along the shaft until Jason's breaths turn ragged. Then Scott shifts, pressing his face into the thicket of hair framing Jason's ass, his tongue darting out for a lavish, thorough bath—lapping at the cleft, circling the tight ring with deliberate strokes that leave Jason arching and groaning. Rising up, Scott grips Jason's hips and drives in hard, plowing that perfect asshole with raw gusto, each thrust a piston of need slamming home. They stroke themselves in sync, building to the edge. Jason unloads first, hot spurts flooding Scott's eager mouth, while Scott erupts in copious gobs of mancream, painting the air between them with his release.