Take Me Home

Cody James locks eyes with Rusty Brooks from across the dim-lit stage, his smile a sly invitation laced with promise. He beckons, voice smooth as velvet, urging Rusty to join him under the spotlight's warm glow. Rusty hesitates, pulse quickening, but steps forward, drawn by the electric pull. They stand close, hands finding zippers, cocks springing free into the charged air. Cody strokes himself first, slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving Rusty's hardening length. Rusty mirrors him, fist pumping in rhythm, breaths syncing like a shared heartbeat. The crowd fades; it's just them, building heat. Cody's hand guides Rusty's head downward, fingers threading through hair. Rusty's lips part, mouth enveloping Cody's throbbing cock, tongue swirling with eager surrender. Deeper he takes it, the taste salty and urgent, as Cody groans, hips thrusting in gentle claim.