The Guy Next Door

Rick Drake peels off his shirt, muscles rippling under the dim light, while David Thompson kicks away his jeans, eyes locked on Rick's hardening cock. Steam rises from their heated skin as they collide—lips crashing, tongues tangling in a hungry kiss. Rick drops to his knees first, wrapping his mouth around David's throbbing shaft, sucking deep and slow, savoring the salty pulse. David groans, fingers threading through Rick's hair, thrusting gently into that wet heat. They switch, David devouring Rick's length with expert flicks of his tongue, drawing out moans that echo like a siren's call. Soon, Rick bends David over the bed, slicking his entrance with lube before plunging in—fucking him hard, hips snapping with raw rhythm. David arches back, pushing into every thrust, their bodies slick and slapping in perfect, primal sync.