Ty Colt Fucks Marc Stone

Today, Ty Colt takes the lead, sliding into Marc Stone with a hunger that the young stud has come to crave, even if he still whispers his preference for women. But preferences fade in the heat of the moment. They stand close, hands roaming, crotches grinding together in urgent friction. Marc glances over as Ty frees his cock from his pants—already rigid, impressively thick. Marc's gaze locks on it, eyes hungry, mind racing with wicked intent. He leans in without a word, mouth agape, and engulfs his blond friend's shaft. Lips seal tight around the swollen head, drawing a sharp pant from Ty. Slowly, he works down the length, savoring every inch. His technique is masterful, pulling sighs of ecstasy from Ty, turning the man into a chorus of breathless wonders. Mouth still full, Marc shimmies out of his jeans, baring his flawless ass to the air. He teases his own hole with probing fingers, slipping two inside to loosen the way, then parts his cheeks wide, revealing that tight, puckered invitation. Ty growls, 'You ready for this?' Marc nods, his body begging yes. Ty thrusts in deep, burying himself to the hilt. Marc smirks through a gasp—'Is it in yet?'—spurring Ty to pound harder, faster. Grunts echo like feral beasts in rut until Ty pulls out, erupting in hot ropes across Marc's arched back.