Dirty Stories

J.T. Sloan's fingers trace the hard ridges of Adam Rom's chest, thumbs circling nipples that pebble under his touch. Adam groans, low and hungry, pulling J.T. closer until their cocks press together, hot and insistent. They kneel face-to-face on the rumpled sheets, eyes locked in a gaze that burns. J.T. dips his head, lips brushing Adam's collarbone, then lower, tongue flicking over sweat-slick skin. Adam's hands fist in J.T.'s hair, guiding him down. J.T. wraps his mouth around Adam's thick shaft, sucking slow and deep, savoring the salty pulse against his tongue. Adam arches, whispering J.T.'s name like a curse. They switch, Adam's turn now—his mouth devours J.T.'s length with expert rhythm, teeth grazing just enough to tease fire. Hands roam everywhere: squeezing firm asses, stroking balls, pinching sensitive flesh. Their bodies worship each other in a haze of heat, cocks throbbing in unison, building toward that shattering release.