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Rick Powers' taunts at Josh West ignite in a shadowed back alley, fists flying in a raw scuffle. But the jabs mask Rick's true hunger for Josh's body. A few sharp blows land before heat overtakes them—they clash in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling, spit swapping in urgent hunger. Josh grips Rick's hips and thrusts his massive cock deep into Rick's ass. Rick groans, pleasure ripping through him as Josh pounds relentlessly. 'Harder,' Rick demands, voice thick with need, and Josh obliges, driving deeper. They switch it up, bodies twisting in the frenzy: Rick rides Josh's hips, then reclines with ankles hooked over Josh's shoulders, legs splayed wide. Straddling Josh, Rick laps at the man's sweat-slick armpits, tongue tracing salty trails. He dives down, lips sealing around Josh's thick salami, deepthroating it with greedy pulls. Insatiable, Rick shifts lower, licking Josh's sweaty asshole, savoring the musky tang. Josh bends impossibly, his own tongue flicking the tip of his cock while Rick rims him, circles teasing the tight ring. Rick's mouth engulfs Josh's shaft again, sucking with fierce rhythm until Josh erupts, flooding Rick's throat with hot cum. Josh flips the script, taking Rick's length between his lips, drawing out every pulse until his face glistens with Rick's release.