Man Action

Sam Dixon and Tuck Johnson find a stolen hour before Tuck's shift at the video store kicks off. Sam's eyes lock on Tuck's stiff, hard cock, and he drops to his knees, lips parting to claim it fully. He works with fierce devotion, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, chasing their shared ecstasy until moans fill the air. Tuck can't hold back long. He pulls Sam up, spins him gently, and sinks to the floor in turn. His mouth engulfs Sam's throbbing length, throat relaxing to take every inch deep, a velvet vice that draws shudders from them both. But hunger builds. Sam positions Tuck against the wall, slick and ready, then drives in with a pounding rhythm—fierce thrusts that echo through the room, leaving Tuck breathless and marked for the long day ahead behind the counter.