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Jay Kohl lounged in his swim trunks, fingers dancing across the keyboard as he surfed the net. Handsome and dark-haired, he embodied that effortless stud appeal. Then D.O. glided in, wrapped in nothing but a towel that clung to his hips, framing a torso sculpted like marble—exquisite, picture-perfect, every muscle etched in sharp relief. The ripped Latino locked eyes with Jay, his invitation clear: a subtle hand slipping beneath the towel to grasp his own cock. Jay's pulse quickened. He rose without a word, drawn across the room to uncover what hid there. The towel fell away. D.O.'s cock sprang free, stunning and rigid, begging for attention. Jay dropped to his knees in an instant, lips parting to swallow the stiff length whole. D.O. wasted no time; he gripped Jay's head and thrust deep, packing every thick, hard inch into that eager mouth. Jay surrendered fully, reclining in the chair as D.O. claimed him. He became the perfect hungry hole, yielding to every willful plunge. Each jab down his throat ignited fire in Jay's veins. His hand flew to his own cock, yanking it furiously while he devoured D.O.'s humongous meat—a relentless rhythm that built to ecstasy. D.O. tensed, then erupted, hot ropes of cum splattering Jay's face and chest. The sight pushed Jay over the edge; he shot his load in a shuddering release, their shared heat lingering like a secret promise.