What Goes Around

The next morning, Topher stirs awake to an empty bed—his boyfriend long gone for work. He fires up his laptop, intending to hunt for jobs online, but distraction strikes fast. Fingers wander, and soon he's chasing images of thick cocks instead. He dives into his go-to hookup site, and luck smiles: a match lands quick. Minutes later, Parker London raps at the door. Topher wastes no time, shoving the stud against the window, their mouths crashing in a hungry spit-swap, tongues dueling like old rivals. Heat surges through Topher; he's ravenous, hands roaming, desperate to taste that hardening bulge. The insatiable hunger wins—he drops, devouring Parker's rigid cock, slurping with wild abandon, as if tomorrow might never come, or as if his boyfriend's key could turn the lock any second. The fire escalates. Parker sinks to his knees, jaw unhinging wide for Topher's throbbing tool. He takes it all, nose grinding into Topher's pubes, throat a slick vice. Topher thrusts deep, claiming that mouth, but his eyes fix on another prize. He spins Parker toward the sofa's edge, bends him just so, and drives his cock into that waiting hole. Parker moans, low and grateful, body yielding. Topher pounds with steady rhythm, hands clamped on hips, railing that beefy ass until it quivers. For a sharper angle, he flips Parker onto his back—legs splayed, eyes locked. The finish line blurs; Topher hammers with raw fury, bodies slick and straining, until ecstasy erupts for both, spilling in shuddering waves.