Bunker

Trey Casteel catches Ken Browning thumbing through a stack of glossy pages, eyes glued to the curves in that girly mag. Ken's cock stirs and swells, pressing hard against his pants. Trey smirks, deciding to steal the spotlight. He drops to his knees and takes Ken's shaft into his mouth, sucking with the precision of a man who knows every inch. Ken groans, loving the wet heat, and grips Trey's head, pulling him deeper onto his throbbing length. It doesn't take long before Ken's voice turns rough, demanding Trey's ass. Trey obliges with a hungry grin, bending over and offering himself up. They lose themselves in the raw thrill of their cocks—sucking, rimming, fucking with urgent rhythm. Trey ends up drenched in Ken's hot release. As they slump back, spent and slick, Brad scoops up the sticky evidence and feeds it to his eager comrade, the two soldiers basking in the warm aftermath of their loads.