Stuck In The Snow

Snowflakes clung to the fort's crumbling walls, sealing Luke Hansen and Cory Malone in an abandoned room, far from the world's prying eyes. Alone at last, their gazes locked with that familiar hunger—no words needed. They tore at each other's clothes, buttons scattering like forgotten promises, skin bared to the chill air that did nothing to cool their fire. Luke dropped to his knees first, his mouth claiming Cory's hardening cock with eager precision. He sucked deep, tongue swirling around the thick, uncut length, drawing out low moans that echoed off the stone. Cory's fingers tangled in Luke's hair, guiding the rhythm, his hips bucking with restrained need. But fairness called. Cory pulled Luke up, spinning him against the wall, and returned the favor. His lips wrapped around Luke's shaft, hot and insistent, sucking until Luke's breaths came in ragged gasps, his body arching like a bowstring pulled taut. Lust shifted gears. Luke turned, bracing his hands on the rough wall, offering his ass—round, inviting, begging for more. Cory pressed in, his thick uncut cock sliding home with a slick, deliberate thrust. He plowed deep, each stroke a claim, hips snapping in a primal dance that made the air thick with their shared heat. Groans filled the room, bodies squirming in sync, sweat beading despite the cold. Pleasure built like a storm, Luke shattering first—his creamy cum erupting in hot spurts across Cory's chest, marking him in sticky triumph. Cory's throbbing cock demanded its turn; Luke's hand gripped it firm, stroking fast and sure, until Cory unleashed his load, shooting ropes of release in a wild, shuddering arc.