Take Me Home

Sean Peters couldn't keep his eyes—or his hands—off Jeff Hammond's chiseled form. Those sharp lines of muscle begged to be traced, and Sean obliged with eager fingers. He dropped to his knees, gaze locked on Jeff's huge stiff cock, throbbing with promise. Lips parted, Sean took it in, slow at first, savoring the heat and girth that filled his mouth. Jeff groaned, hips bucking as Sean worked him deeper, tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Saliva glistened along the shaft, Sean's hands gripping Jeff's thighs for leverage. He sucked harder, faster, chasing the pulse of Jeff's arousal until it surged, hot and unstoppable, down his throat.