My Cousin Danny

Gary Dean lounged in the dim-lit room, trading easy banter with his cousin Danny. Laughter bounced between them like a shared secret. Then Joey Stefano sauntered in, his presence slicing through the air like a heated blade. Danny excused himself, muttering about loose ends to tie up, leaving the two men alone. Joey leaned close to Gary, eyes gleaming with that predatory spark. 'Danny's straight as they come,' Joey said, voice low and sure, 'but I could have him wrapped around me in minutes.' Gary chuckled, no denial in his throat. He knew Joey's pull—irresistible, bending wills like reeds in the wind. Minutes blurred. Shirts hit the floor. Gary's mouth found Joey's cock first, hard and pulsing, lips stretching wide to take him deep. Joey groaned, fingers tangling in Gary's hair, thrusting with a rhythm that built like a storm. They switched, Gary's ass clenching as Joey drove in, slick and relentless. Sweat slicked their skin. Grunts echoed. They fucked the afternoon into oblivion, bodies slamming together in raw, unyielding hunger.