Manhole

Adam Faust, that rugged Leatherman with a body honed like leather under the sun, pulls Doug Jeffries close in the dim glow of their private lair. Their lips crash first, hungry and unyielding. Adam's tongue invades Doug's mouth, a prelude to the deeper invasions to come. Doug drops to his knees, eager, wrapping his lips around Adam's thick cock, sucking with a rhythm that builds like a storm—slow pulls, then urgent swallows, tasting every inch until Adam groans low and raw. Adam spins him around, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in. His tongue circles Doug's tight hole, teasing the rim with wet, insistent laps before plunging deep, rimming him open, slick and thorough, making Doug arch and beg. Finally, Adam rises, positions his throbbing length at the entrance, and thrusts in—deep into the manhole, pounding with a force that shakes them both, hips slamming, sweat mingling, until ecstasy claims them in shuddering release.