The Guy Next Door

Brett Winters and David Thompson peer out the window, eyes locked on their hunky new neighbor, Rip Stone, as he hauls boxes into the house next door. His muscles ripple under a tight shirt, sweat glistening on bronzed skin. Their cocks stiffen instantly, throbbing with urgent need. Heat surges through them, undeniable. They turn to each other, lips crashing in a fierce kiss. Brett drops to his knees first, freeing David's thick shaft and swallowing it deep, tongue swirling along the pulsing length. David groans, fingers tangling in Brett's hair, thrusting gently at first, then harder. They switch, David on his knees now, sucking Brett with hungry precision, balls tightening as pleasure builds. Impatient, Brett bends David over the couch, slicking his cock with spit before pushing in slow and deep. David gasps, arching back to meet each powerful thrust. They fuck like animals unleashed, bodies slick and slapping, until Brett pulls out and strokes himself to the edge. David follows suit, both men erupting in thick ropes of cum, spilling their pent-up heat across the floor in shuddering release.