Sex Objects

Joey Dane stares at the sheer size of Eddie Patrick’s cock and feels it throb against his tongue. He swallows every inch, working his throat until spit runs down his chin. When he turns and offers his ass, Eddie’s mouth finds him first—tongue pushing deep, slick and greedy. Joey’s breath catches. Then the head presses in, thick and slow, stretching him open until Eddie’s hips meet his skin. They move together, lost in it, bodies locked tight. Joey climbs on top, sinks down, rides hard, and Eddie meets every drop with a thrust that knocks the air from his lungs. Sweat slicks their skin. Pressure builds. Joey rocks faster, Eddie grips his hips and drives up until both of them break—Eddie pulling out at the last second so they can paint Joey’s skin with hot, heavy ropes.