Man Up

Night cloaks the barracks in shadow, leaving Alessio Romero and Heath Jordan restless in their bunks, cocks throbbing with unspent need. Alessio can't resist. He slips down, lips wrapping around Heath's rigid shaft, sucking with slow, deliberate hunger. Heath groans, his turn coming swift. He dives in, mouth claiming Alessio's pulsing length, tongue tracing every vein. They twist into a fevered sixty-nine, heads buried between thighs—sucking deep, rims teasing tight holes, fingers plunging in to crook and stretch. Craving more, Alessio rises, slicking his cock before driving it home into Heath's ass, pounding hard and relentless, balls slapping skin. They switch, Heath's turn to claim—thrusting into Alessio's yielding heat, hips snapping with raw command. Climax builds like a storm. Side by side now, they stroke furiously, grunts mingling until ropes of cum arc from their cocks, spilling hot across taut stomachs.