Rhodes' Rules

Samuel Colt lounges there, waiting for some bold intruder to breach his domain. He tweaks his nipples, fingers teasing the hardening peaks, while his hand drifts lower to fondle his cock and balls. A Prince Albert pierces the underside of his shaft, right below that swollen mushroom head—a bold hole that promises wicked delights. Superstud Adam Killian locks eyes on him, utterly captivated. He can't resist; his gaze devours the big man, his hands roam freely, and his mouth follows suit, hungry and insistent. Tongues dance in a frenzy of exploration, Adam's deepthroating pulling groans from Samuel's throat. The heat builds, electric and mutual—Samuel dives in with equal fervor. He wraps his lips around Adam's throbbing dick, sucking hard, then slides a finger toward that tight manhole, probing with intent. Soon, he buries his face between Adam's round asscheeks, tongue lapping at the cleft in a rimming that leaves them both gasping. Samuel rises, grips his hot rod, and rams it in and out, claiming every inch Adam can take. Adam rides the rhythm until ecstasy shatters him, spilling his load in waves. He pulls Samuel close then, cradling the massive frame as the big hunk strokes himself to a shuddering climax. But Samuel's reserves run deeper. He stands inches from Adam, unleashing his bladder in two fierce jets of urine—one from his piss slit, the other bursting free from that unblocked piercing beneath the tip, marking his territory with brazen abandon.