School's Out

In the park's dappled shade, Bob spots Frank—a lean young thing with eyes that spark mischief. He invites him back to his place, pulse quickening at the promise of a thorough ravishing. Frank drops to his knees first, lips wrapping around Bob's rigid cock with fervent hunger. He sucks deep, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing in rhythm. Bob's gaze drifts lower, catching the bulge of Frank's own thick, throbbing meat straining against his jeans. Desire flips the script in an instant. Bob shoves Frank back onto the bed, yanks down those pants, and dives in—mouth watering, throat opening to devour every inch of that hard shaft. Saliva slicks the length as Bob bobs greedily, hands gripping firm thighs. But Frank's no passive prize. He rises, eyes dark with intent, and bends Bob over. That rigid cock presses against Bob's tight hole, then thrusts home—plunging into the clenching heat of his ass. What began as a simple suck-off spirals wild. Bob rides Frank's pounding rhythm, legs spread wide, then flips to take it from behind, ass cheeks slapping skin. They twist through every angle Bob's fevered mind conjures—missionary deep, sideways grind, standing against the wall—until Frank unloads, hot seed flooding deep. As the haze clears, Bob's still aching, craving another round of that insatiable fuck.