Right Here Right Now

Sunlight bathes Andrew Jakk in lazy warmth, his thoughts drifting until Shane Frost saunters in, peppering him with urgent kisses. Andrew craves it now—fierce and immediate. He tugs Shane's pants wide, wrapping lips around that hardening cock. One hand pumps the shaft while his mouth engulfs the salty length, savoring every inch. Shane retaliates, ripping Andrew's shorts away. He dives face-first into Andrew's groin, throat swallowing him whole in a slick, deep plunge. Then Shane pries those legs apart, tongue delving into the tight, puckered hole. A finger slips in, teasing the crease as he laps relentlessly, melting Andrew into quivering surrender. On his knees now, Andrew arches back as Shane thrusts in—fast, brutal, claiming him from behind. Flipped onto his back, legs splayed and gripped tight, Andrew takes every pounding stroke. His fist flies over his own cock, erupting in hot ropes across his taut belly. Shane withdraws, strokes himself to the edge, and unleashes his sticky load over Andrew's spent form.