Choose Me

Sweat beads on Joshua Klein's skin, his mind shimmering like a desert haze. Then Randy Mixer appears, solid and real, stepping from the blur of fantasy. Joshua's breath catches. Randy's eyes lock on his, hungry and sure. They collide in a frenzy of hands and mouths, clothes shedding like old skin. Randy pins Joshua to the wall, lips bruising his neck. Joshua gasps, fingers digging into Randy's back. Randy thrusts deep, filling him with relentless rhythm. They fuck hard, bodies slick and urgent, chasing release in the fevered air.