Worked Up

Samuel Colt's gaze locks onto Jim Ferro across the gym floor. He drinks in the sight of the trainer's super-buffed frame, those buns of steel flexing with every step. Hunger stirs. They dive into the workout, bodies close, but the raw pull between them ignites fast. Muscles clash in a big embrace, sweat already beading. Samuel's hand finds Jim's cock, thick and insistent. He swallows it down, throat straining against the girth and length, nearly gagging as it fills him. Jim returns the favor, lips wrapping around Samuel's dick with expert pull. Then he spreads Samuel wide, tongue delving deep into that tight asshole, sopping and relentless. They break apart just enough to admire—studs flexing, preening, hands roaming over rippling pecs and carved abs, groping with bold appreciation. Jim positions himself, drives his cock deep into Samuel's ass. He pumps fast, hard, each thrust a piston of need. Samuel shifts, squats onto that thick prick, grinding down until it bottoms out, bodies slick with sweat now, fucking with a fury that matches their wild enthusiasm. Samuel pants, shudders, eyes widening as release builds. He shoots his wad in hot spurts. Jim pulls out, fists his cock, and climaxes across Samuel's abs in sticky triumph.