Green Door

Luke Riley buzzes with eager hunger, itching to slip past the Green Door. The doorman, Zak Spears, eyes him coolly and shakes his head—no dice. But a flicker of curiosity softens Zak's stance, and he waves the young buck inside. Luke dives in, dropping to his knees to prove his mettle. He wraps his lips around Zak's thick cock, sucking with fervent rhythm, devouring every inch of the big man's pulsing meat. Zak groans approval, his praise a low rumble that spurs Luke on. Craving his turn, Zak kneels and feasts on Luke's rigid sausage and heavy balls, his tongue tracing slick paths. He probes deeper, lapping in and out of that tight pink sphincter, teasing the puckered ring until it quivers with need. The hole begs for invasion, and Zak obliges—thrusting from behind, slamming his rod deep and relentless. Luke flips the script, impaling himself on Zak's girth, bouncing wildly along the veined shaft. He reclines next, legs splayed, as Zak pounds him harder still. The frenzy peaks in a shattering release: both men erupt, ropes of hot cum splattering across skin and air.