Red Light

Slick and suave Leo Giamani idles in his car, engine humming low, his hunger for man-flesh revving wild. He locks his steel-gray gaze on a muscled stud across the way. The guy catches the heat, nods back with a sly grin. Vince Ferelli saunters over, slides into the passenger seat, ready to chase that thrill. His fist clamps Leo's thick shift stick—wait, no, he dives straight for the meaty rod bulging in those pants, yanking it free and swallowing it whole. Lips seal tight around the full shaft, tongue swirling, while his fingers map every ridge and curve of Leo's polished frame. The rhythm builds fast. Engines roar inside them both. Leo repays the favor, eyes devouring Vince's rugged lines, zeroing in on that rigid cock. He gulps it down, throat working like a velvet vice. Then he flips the script, rams his stiff dick deep into Vince's tight asshole, pounding up and down, slick as a well-oiled piston in a hot rod rebuild. They race toward the edge, hands flying over their own slick lengths, until they erupt—ropes of cum splattering hot and final.