On The Lookout

In the sultry grip of the afternoon heat, Danny lounges, sweat beading on his skin. Brad Chase materializes like a shadow with intent, dropping to his knees and sealing his lips around Danny's throbbing cock. The warmth engulfs him—velvet heat, insistent suction. Danny's pulse races, arousal igniting like dry tinder. He surges forward, capturing Brad's rigid shaft in his mouth, their bodies twisting into a perfect, hungry 69. Tongues dance and tease, breaths mingle in ragged harmony, lost in the slick rhythm of mutual devouring. Then Brad pulls away, eyes dark with need, and flips Danny onto his stomach. His tongue traces a slow, deliberate path to that hidden crease, rimming with expert flicks and probing laps that send shivers racing up Danny's spine. Overwhelmed, Danny rises, positions himself, and thrusts his cock deep into Brad's welcoming ass. He pounds with fierce, unyielding strokes—skin slapping skin, each plunge a claim, a surrender. Tension coils tighter, unbearable, until release crashes over them both, hot spurts marking the peak of their raw, shared ecstasy.