Bunker

Fresh from maneuvers, Trojan Rock and Ivan Andros seek relief in their sweat-soaked camo gear. But temptation flares, turning cool-down into raw heat. They peel away layers slowly, hands roaming, cocks hardening under urgent strokes. Lips meet shafts, sucking deep as fabric falls aside. Frenzy builds, man to man, skin slapping skin. Trojan claims Ivan's ass, his thick cock plunging in, stretching him wide. He thrusts hard, relentless, opening Ivan to every pounding rhythm. Ivan arches, eager, riding the wave until it boils over. They stroke themselves to eruption, loads spilling hot, true rest and recreation at last.