Man Up

After the day's grueling maneuvers, Spencer Reed steps into the showers, steam curling around his sweat-slicked muscles. There he finds Logan Scott, his fellow soldier, griping about the brutal training that's left him drained. Spencer grins, clapping a firm hand on Logan's shoulder. 'Man up, buddy,' he says, voice low and teasing. 'I'll always have your back—even your dick, and whatever else it takes to make this easier.' The words hang in the humid air, sparking something raw. They lean in, lips crashing together in a hungry kiss, tongues battling with urgent need. Spencer drops to his knees, water cascading over them both, and takes Logan's cock in his mouth. He opens wide, swallowing him whole, the thick shaft pulsing against his throat as he sucks with fierce rhythm. Logan groans, fingers threading through Spencer's wet hair. They switch, Logan eager now, wrapping his lips around his buddy's big dick. It slides in and out, stretching his mouth, the salty taste driving him wild. But Spencer craves more—far more. He spins Logan around, eyes locked on that hairy ass, and dives in. A finger probes deep, then his tongue follows, lapping and thrusting inside the tight heat. He licks it up greedily, savoring every musky inch. No holding back now: Spencer stands, grips his throbbing pole, and slams it home into his mate's hole. He fucks hard and fast, hips snapping with relentless power, the slap of skin echoing off the tiles. Spencer blows his wad first, flooding deep with a guttural roar. Logan follows seconds later, his own release spilling just as copiously, bodies shuddering in shared ecstasy.