More Than Ready

After the big game, Connor Patricks sinks into the hot tub's steaming embrace, easing his stiff knee with the bubbling heat. Danny Palick slides in beside him, confessing with a sly grin, 'I'm a little bit stiff myself.' But it's not his knee that's rigid. He angles his throbbing hard-on toward Connor, and just like that, it becomes the real therapy of the night. Slippery from the tub's swirl, their sweat, and rivers of saliva, the toned jock flesh gleams with an extra sheen. Connor's extra-fat cock bobs on the water's surface as he deep-throats Danny's thick chub, eyes lifting for that nod of approval. Danny's face twists in raw bliss, every pulse from his dick firing straight to his brain like electric signals. Connor seizes control, commanding Danny to suck him now. He loops one strong arm around Danny's head, gripping like a footballer charging for the end zone, and thrusts his fat, veiny dick deep into Danny's mouth. 'Take it all the way down,' he growls, relentless. Those buns of his burn as hot as his cock when he spins around, plants one foot on the tub's edge, and presents his tight hole. Danny snakes a hand between Connor's legs, seizing his heavy junk while his tongue flicks across that pink center. He eases a single finger inside, right to the last knuckle. Connor pants hard, body twitching, and demands, 'Fuck me.' On a nearby lounge chair, they switch through two fevered positions before they both shatter—twin fountains of jizz arcing high.