Fleet Week 2

Aden Jaric, ever the officer and gentleman, reunites with his first mate, Bobby Clark. The air crackles between them, both men eager to dive overboard and strip the wind from each other's sails. In their hotel room, they batten down the hatches—doors locked, world shut out. They tangle in a fierce embrace, shedding uniforms and inhibitions alike. Bobby drops to his knees on the worn carpet, taking Aden's cock into his mouth with a hunger that pulls a low groan from the officer's throat. Sensations ripple through Aden's body, a tide surging from his core to every nerve, flooding his soul. To steady the ship, he returns the favor, dropping down to worship Bobby's throbbing length with lips and tongue, tasting salt and desire. They shift seamlessly into a 69, bodies aligned on the bed, cocks sliding deep into willing mouths. Tongues wander lower, circling tight rims, probing with teasing flicks that draw gasps and shudders. Bobby drifts into a haze of bliss, waves of pleasure crashing over him. Then Aden strikes, lowering the boom as he presses his slick cock against Bobby's entrance and thrusts inside, filling him completely. The studly commander pounds relentlessly, a calculated assault on that eager ass—he's got his chum pinned, over a barrel, but he'll never leave him stranded. They fuck harder, sweat-slicked skin slapping, until the rhythm breaks. They pull apart, hands flying over their own cocks, stroking fast to the edge. Climax hits them both, hot spurts marking the end of their storm-tossed reunion.