Depths of Desire, Part 1

Nash Lawler closes in on Brandon Bangs, his hands rough and eager as he manhandles the handsome young stud. Brandon's muscled frame gleams under the light, and that hefty jockstrap bulging with promise leaves Nash spellbound. He can't resist; his fingers hook the snaps, popping the codpiece free. Out springs Brandon's uncut cock, thick and waiting. Nash drops to his knees, lips wrapping tight, sucking with slow, deliberate pulls until it swells rock-hard in his mouth. Brandon's pulse races, fire in his veins. He shoves Nash back, lays him down flat. Now it's his turn—Brandon's mouth claims Nash's stiff erection, tongue swirling, then dips lower to devour his ass, lapping deep with hungry strokes. The air thickens with their heat. But Brandon hungers for the main course. He rises, positions himself, and thrusts into Nash's tight hole. Hard. Relentless. His thick pole plunges deep, stretching and filling, each slam building the frenzy until ecstasy hits. He climaxes with a guttural groan, pumping every last drop from his hooded slit, flooding Nash inside. Nash isn't done. His hand flies over his own cock, jerking with wild excitement. He erupts, ropes of creamy load splattering across Brandon's face, marking him in slick triumph.