What Goes Around

Jeremy Bilding sips his morning coffee under the Castro's golden sun, the warmth kissing his skin. Parker London spots him, eyes hungry for more than caffeine. He saunters over, words smooth as silk, drawing the stud into easy banter. In a heartbeat, they're at Parker's apartment, and Parker's mouth claims Jeremy's thick cock, lips sealing around that pulsing length. Parker savors every inch, his spit soaking the shaft in glistening trails. He deep-throats it with greedy abandon, fingers jerking the base while his tongue swirls relentless. Hunger drives him—insatiable, unyielding. Jeremy takes his turn, swallowing Parker's rigid pole, letting it slam against the back of his throat in raw, rhythmic thrusts. Suddenly, Jeremy flips Parker onto his back, legs hoisted high to bare that meaty ass and its sweet, puckered hole. Jeremy dives in, tongue plunging deep into the musty warmth, lapping with expert fervor. He rims Parker until pleas spill out, desperate for more—cock to fill that eager void. Jeremy obliges, thrusting in deep and hard. He plows with steady force, bodies slick and straining. Then Jeremy lies back, inviting Parker to mount. Parker straddles him, sinking down onto that meat stick, riding it fierce and full, hips grinding in a wild dance. Jeremy seizes control again, flipping Parker over, one leg hooked over his shoulder for deeper access. He pounds mercilessly, each stroke claiming more. Parker endures it all, reveling in the burn. Jeremy's rhythm builds, unceasing, until Parker erupts—hot ropes of cum splattering his sweat-drenched chest. The sight tips Jeremy over, his own release surging forth in thick, milky bursts.