Double Vision

Greg Ross lounged on the silk sheets, his body taut with anticipation as Scott Baldwin knelt between his legs. Scott's lips brushed Greg's inner thigh, teasing upward until they enveloped his hardening cock. He sucked with slow, deliberate pulls, tongue swirling the tip like a secret shared in the dim light. Greg's fingers tangled in Scott's hair, guiding him deeper. Scott's hands roamed, spreading Greg's cheeks to expose the tight ring beneath. His tongue flicked out, circling the puckered entrance with wet, insistent laps—rimming him open, savoring the musky heat. Greg groaned, arching his back. Scott's finger followed, slick with spit, pressing inside to curl against that sensitive spot, pumping in rhythm with his mouth on Greg's shaft. Another finger joined, stretching him wide, the burn melting into bliss. Finally, Scott rose, his own cock throbbing as he positioned himself. He thrust in deep, filling Greg completely, their bodies slapping together in a frenzy of grunts and gasps. Greg met every push, clenching around him, until release crashed over them both—hot, shuddering, utterly spent.