Stuck In The Snow

Tim West and Eliot Cerry tear into a steaming pizza, cheese stretching between bites. Laughter fades as their talk veers sharp—straight to the hunger for gulping each other's dicks. They bolt to the bathroom, hands fumbling clothes away. Shirts hit the tile. Pants drop. Hard cocks spring free, thick and ready, veins pulsing under taut skin. Lust crashes over them like a wave. Eliot drops first, tongue tracing Tim's uncut shaft before swallowing deep, lips sealing tight. Tim groans, fingers twisting in Eliot's hair. They switch—Tim on his knees now, mouth devouring Eliot's length, salty pre-cum coating his throat. Hands roam, building that fever pitch toward fire. They stumble to the bedroom, bodies slick with need. Eliot stretches out on his stomach, ass arched high. Tim presses in, his uncut cock sliding into that tight heat, filling Eliot inch by throbbing inch. A joyful groan rips from Eliot's chest, muffled against the sheets. Eliot flips over, legs splayed. Tim dives down, slurping at that big, uncut dick, tongue swirling the foreskin while his own hand pumps furiously. Pleasure coils tight in them both. Kneeling face-to-face, they clash in a messy kiss, tongues battling. Fists fly over hard cocks, stroking fast and fierce. Ropes of cum erupt—hot spurts painting chests, bellies, each other's grips—until they collapse, spent and sticky.