Take Me Home

Muscleman Steve Lance spots blond Drew Kelley across the dimly lit bar, his gaze locking onto those sun-kissed locks and toned frame. They exchange knowing smirks, words unnecessary. Minutes later, in Steve's sleek loft, clothes hit the floor. Steve's powerful hands grip Drew's hips, pulling him close. Drew's breath hitches as Steve's thick cock presses against him, insistent. Steve thrusts deep, pounding with raw force. Drew moans, arching back, his body yielding to every relentless stroke. Sweat slicks their skin; Steve's muscles flex, driving harder, faster. Drew's blond hair clings damply to his forehead, his cries echoing off the walls. They collapse in a tangle of limbs, spent and sated.