Rhodes' Rules Part 2

Samuel Colt lounges there, eyes sharp for the next bold intruder into his domain. He pinches his own nipples, twisting them just so, while his free hand strokes his thickening cock and heavy balls. A glint of metal catches the light—that piercing on the underside of his shaft, right below the swollen mushroom head, a bold Prince Albert with its wide-open hole begging for attention. Adam Killian, that chiseled superstud, locks on like a heat-seeking missile. He can't tear his gaze away, nor his hands, nor his hungry mouth from the towering beast of a man. Tongues dance in a slick frenzy, Adam's lips stretching wide for a feverish deepthroat that sends shivers racing through them both. The heat builds, electric and urgent, pulling them deeper into the game. Samuel flips the script, devouring Adam's rigid cock with matching zeal, then slides a finger to tease that tight manhole. He dives in face-first, burying himself between Adam's plump, round asscheeks to lap at the sensitive cleft. Rimjob turns raw as Samuel thrusts his hot rod in and out, pounding with relentless rhythm. Adam grips tight, taking every inch until ecstasy crashes over him—he unloads, body quaking. Panting, Adam pulls Samuel close, cradling the massive frame while the big man pumps his fist to his own roaring climax. But Samuel's fire isn't spent. He rises, presses in tight, and unleashes a golden torrent—two fierce jets of piss spraying from him. One blasts straight from the slit, the other arcs wild from that unblocked piercing beneath the tip, marking Adam in a hot, unapologetic claim.