Get Me Off!

Jock Hudson heaves weights, muscles straining under the gym's harsh lights. He freezes the second Morgan Black strides in, all broad shoulders and easy swagger. These two studs lock eyes, drawn to a fiercer workout. Lips crash together in a heated kiss that tastes of promise and need. Morgan's hand dives into Jock's shorts, freeing that thick, juicy cock. He drops to his knees and engulfs it, mouth stretching wide, hungry for every inch. Jock sinks onto the bench, a grin splitting his face like he's won the lottery. Morgan's lips slide along the shaft, expert and unhurried. Sweat from Jock's session salts the skin, turning the flavor sharp and addictive. Morgan savors it, tongue swirling, throat taking him deeper. He pulls back only when he's ready for more. Stripped bare, Morgan rises—a towering vision of furred muscle, chest and abs dusted in dark hair. His long, slender cock arcs upward, rigid and beckoning. Jock dives in, slurping eagerly, spit glistening on the length as he works it with devoted strokes. Then he bends forward over the bench, baring his tight ass, the wrinkled pucker twitching in invitation. Morgan spreads those firm cheeks wide, tongue plunging deep into the heat. He laps and probes, prepping Jock's hole for the pounding to come. Satisfied, Morgan positions himself behind, Jock folded over the workbench like an offering. He thrusts in hard, hips snapping forward, burying his cock to the hilt. The rhythm builds—faster, relentless, no pause in the frenzy. They shift to missionary, Jock on his back, thighs gripped high and spread. Teeth gritted, he begs for more, voice raw. Morgan's sweat-slicked body gleams as he hammers away, driving Jock wild. The taller man grabs his own dick, stroking furiously until ecstasy rips through him, body arching in release. He catches his breath, eyes locked on Morgan, craving the hot spill to come. Morgan unloads thick ropes across Jock's chest, then they collapse together, limbs tangled, spent and sated in the afterglow.