Home Grown

Max Holden strikes gold with his own magic bean: the chiseled allure of Christopher Cox. Muscles ripple under taut skin, a feast for the eyes. They dive in, hungry and unhurried. Lips crash first, tongues wrestling in a heated dance. Hands roam bold—Max traces the ridges of Cox's abs, fingers dipping lower to grip his hardening cock. Cox growls low, flipping Max onto the sheets. He spreads those strong thighs, teasing the tight entrance with a slick finger. Then two. Max arches, gasping as Cox thrusts deep, their bodies slamming in rhythm. Sweat slicks their skin; moans echo sharp and raw. They chase the peak together, exploding in a shuddering release that leaves them tangled, spent, and utterly satisfied.