The Guys Next Door, Part 1

Johnny Torque lounges on the sun-warmed steps, his hand wrapped around his thick shaft, tugging it free from the leg of his board shorts. He strokes with purpose, coaxing that long, heavy meat to rigid attention. Andrew Jakk, slim and golden-haired temptation, strolls into view and drops to his knees without a word, craving a sample. His tongue darts out, lapping eagerly before he engulfs Johnny's length, sucking with hungry rhythm. Johnny sheds his clothes in a swift reveal, yanks off Andrew's tank top, and guides the blond's head deeper onto his unyielding cock. Legs splayed wide, Johnny offers a teasing glimpse of his own tight entrance. He rises to claim Andrew's mouth in a fierce kiss, then sinks to his knees, hooking fingers into Andrew's shorts and dragging them down. Johnny returns the favor, drenching Andrew's cock in slick saliva, then slides down the shaft with expert ease. Their lips meet again, urgent and wet. Andrew bends into position, ready for Johnny's invasion. Standing tall behind him, Johnny grips those lean shoulders and drives in, pounding the blond's tight hole. Andrew's moans erupt with every thrust, raw grunts of delight punctuating the assault. Johnny's stamina burns endless; he hammers like a machine, stuffing that ass with relentless, unyielding cock. Craving deeper access, Johnny flips Andrew onto his back, hoists those legs skyward, and resumes the steady, piston-like rhythm. He strokes Andrew's cock in perfect sync with his probing thrusts, then teases by pulling out and plunging back in, watching that stretched hole wink open and beg. Andrew unloads first, ropes of cum splattering his chest. The sight ignites Johnny—he erupts in a geyser that arcs impossibly far, blasting past Andrew's head in what might be the wildest cum shot ever captured on film.