Dirty

Ty LeBeouf, that beefy Air Streamin' stud, lounges on the couch beside his buddy Race Cooper, their double-wide trailer humming in the background. They lean in close, eyes locked, bodies brushing. Ty slides down, his mouth finding Race's thick, dark shaft. He takes it all, lips stretching wide, throat swallowing every inch to the root. Race groans, fingers tangling in Ty's hair. Now Race flips the script, dropping to his knees. He unwraps Ty's slim jim, sucking it with hungry pulls, tongue swirling the tip. But Race craves more. He spreads those peachy cheeks and dives in, his rim job sloppy and fierce, tongue lapping like he's tasting fine whiskey. Lube slicks his hot rod next, gleaming under the dim light. Race lines up and thrusts, skewering Ty's tight hole in one deep plunge. He pounds hard, dirty and relentless, hips slamming. Ty bucks back, sweat-slicked and gasping. They chase the edge together until release hits—Ty spilling first, then Race flooding deep inside.