The New Coach

In the dim glow of their shared apartment, roommates Joey Hart and Talvin DeMachio stripped away the petty divides of daily life, their true craving laid bare: an insatiable hunger for cock. Joey's voice cut through the tension, low and commanding. 'Suck my cock, Tal.' Eagerness lit Talvin's eyes as he dropped to his knees, lips parting to envelop Joey's thickening shaft. He worked it with deliberate strokes—tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing—coaxing it to rigid, pulsing attention until Joey groaned, fully aroused. Joey's hands gripped Talvin's shoulders, pulling him up for a fierce kiss before guiding him to the bed. There, Joey tasted his roommate's desire firsthand, mouth devouring Talvin's hard cock with slick, insistent pulls. He didn't stop there; Joey spread Talvin's firm cheeks and plunged his tongue into that tight ass, rimming with hungry laps that left Talvin writhing and begging. But surrender called Joey next. He bent over the edge of the mattress, offering his own ass—eager, exposed. Talvin mounted him without hesitation, driving in deep with a heavy, relentless pounding that shook the bedframe. Each thrust built the fury, sweat-slicked bodies slamming together in raw rhythm, until ecstasy shattered them both. Joey came first, splattering hot ropes across the sheets; Talvin followed, pulling out to unleash his load in sticky arcs over Joey's back. In that glistening aftermath, their bond sealed tight, forged in cum.