Anthony Blows Paul

Paul's pulse races with a thrilling mix of nerves and desire. He's never felt another man's mouth on him before—those lips closing around his cock, hot and insistent. Exhibitionist fire burns in his veins, pushing him forward into this uncharted thrill. Anthony, his steadfast buddy, steps up without hesitation. And damn, the man knows his way around: he takes Paul in fully, throat working with expert ease, no gag, just pure, slick devotion. Short, teasing strokes build to deeper plunges. Paul's hips buck involuntarily, chasing the wet heat. Anthony's tongue dances, swirling, urging him closer. The air thickens with their shared breaths, ragged and raw. Before long, the lines blur—Paul's on his knees now, ass up, as Anthony dives in. That flicking tongue probes Paul's crack, circling the tight ring of his hole with shameless hunger. He laps and sucks, fingers spreading him wide, turning Paul's uncertainty to electric need. They circle back to mouths on cocks, urgent and unyielding. Paul's hands tangle in Anthony's hair, guiding the rhythm. Tension coils tight. It snaps first for Paul, a shuddering release flooding Anthony's throat. Anthony follows seconds later, spilling hot across Paul's waiting lips. Two peaks, raw and intertwined, leave them spent in the afterglow.