Get Me Off!

Logan Scott pushes through the locker room door, fresh from a grueling workout and a steaming shower. Water still beads on his skin as he rummages in his locker. A prickling sensation crawls up his neck—someone's watching. He spins around. There stands Revel Milan, eyes locked on him like a predator savoring its prey, gaze ravenous and unblinking. No words pass between them. They collide in a frenzy, hands grasping, bodies pressing close. Revel drops to his knees first, reverent. He worships Logan's magnificent cock and balls, lips gliding over the thick, veiny shaft. He rides it back and forth, wolfish and relentless, each stroke stoking waves of raw satisfaction that ripple through them both. They break only to devour each other's mouths again, tongues battling in heated silence. Then Logan takes his turn. He feeds on Revel's fat, thick cock, tongue and mouth slaving over every inch of the rod and balls. Revel's nipples harden to peaks under the assault. Logan guides Revel to straddle the bench, leaning forward. Those round, firm mounds part like an invitation, begging to be spread and invaded. Logan's tongue darts in first—quick, teasing pokes that make Revel arch. Then comes the meaty ramrod from between Logan's legs, plunging deep. Revel sighs with every deliberate thrust up his ass, feeling every inch, every pulse. It's electric. Pure bliss. Revel flips the script. He claims Logan's tight ass now, his hefty cock sliding in and out of that hairy hole with steady power. Both men gasp, excitement building like a storm. Logan strokes himself, hand flying faster until he shatters—cum spilling in hot pools along the furry trail below his navel. Revel doesn't falter. He pumps on, relentless, until he pulls out and unleashes his load in thick, triumphant spurts.