Tony's Big Brother

Alex Thomas fixated on Shawn Justin's juicy cock, that thick, pulsing length drawing him in like forbidden fruit. He nursed on its knobby head, lips sealing tight, tongue swirling over the salty tip. Down the veiny shaft he went, sucking like a greedy little piglet at the teat, cheeks hollowing with each fervent pull. Shawn's groans filled the air, hips bucking gently into the wet heat of Alex's mouth. Then Alex pulled back, eyes glazed with need, and lay sprawled on the sheets. He spread his legs wide, offering his tight hole without a word. Shawn took over, slicking himself and pressing in slow, then thrusting deep with building rhythm. He fucked Alex hard, bodies slapping together, sweat-slick skin sliding. Alex arched, gasping, as pleasure coiled tight inside him. Shawn drove relentlessly, chasing that edge. Climax hit them both in a shuddering rush—Shawn spilling hot pulses deep within, Alex erupting across his own belly in sticky ropes.