Sex Shooters II

Joey Morgan pushes open the door to his place, expecting quiet. Instead, red-haired Erich Lange lounges there, a sly grin splitting his face. He brushes past, heading straight for the shower. Steam soon fogs the glass. Erich lathers up, his thick cock swelling under suds. He presses it firm against the door, teasing Joey through the slick barrier—a promise of what's coming once he's rinsed clean. Joey watches, pulse quickening. The two men dive into their afternoon tangle, mouths hungry. Joey guides Erich down, first from above, cock sliding slow and shallow into that warm grip. Then below, Erich on his back, taking it deep and fast, throat working every inch. They grind together next, shafts rubbing slick and urgent, veins pulsing in sync. Finally, Joey claims him fully, easing his cock into Erich's tight ass. He thrusts deep, steady rhythm building to frenzy, fucking the load right out of Erich in shuddering release. Joey follows, spilling hot inside him.