Midnight Sun

Danny Cocker slips into the tanning bed, the warm glow humming against his skin. But soon, his cock stirs, swelling hard and unwieldy, straining against the tight confines. He shifts, uncomfortable, the heat only fueling the ache. Enter Johnny Rahm, the salon attendant with a knowing smile and eager hands. Johnny's eyes lock on the bulge, and he wastes no time—kneeling close, he frees Danny's throbbing length with a firm tug. Lips part, hot and wet, wrapping around the tip in a slow, teasing suck that draws a gasp from Danny's throat. Johnny takes him deeper, tongue swirling with expert rhythm, saliva glistening as he bobs, hungry and relentless. Danny's hips buck, fingers tangling in Johnny's hair. But Johnny craves more. He rises, shedding his clothes in a fluid strip, his own erection springing free, thick and ready. Turning Danny over the bed's edge, Johnny slicks himself with spit and lube from his pocket—practical man, that one. He presses in, inch by unyielding inch, filling Danny with a burn that blurs into bliss. They fuck like the heat demands it: raw thrusts building to a frenzy, skin slapping, moans echoing off the salon's quiet walls. Johnny's hands grip Danny's hips, pulling him back onto every plunge, until release crashes over them both—hot spurts inside, spilling out, a sticky testament to their sizzling remedy.