Dirty Words

Zachary Zane, the 'Boyslut' author, has barely set foot on Fire Island when Harold Lopez and Oliver Hunt corner him, eyes gleaming with hunger. They crave his wisdom on rimming, on igniting the spark in their bedroom routines. Zachary's words ignite them fast. No delays. Oliver bends forward, thick cheeks parting like an invitation. Harold's tongue dives deep, tracing every hidden fold with lavish strokes. The hotel lobby buzzes around them—eyes could wander any second—but that only fuels the fire. Oliver retaliates, burying his face in Harold's firm, muscled ass, lapping with greedy precision. Tongues duel in a symphony of slick heat. Then mouths shift, engulfing each other's thick cocks, sucking hard and deep until they're both throbbing. They flip to bareback fucking on the ornate sofa, bodies slamming together in raw rhythm. Climax crashes—loads erupt, painting Oliver's skin in hot, sticky ropes.