Rock Star!

Paddy O'Brian, the rock star sensation, lounges alone in his rented house while his bodyguards chase their own distractions elsewhere. Enter Joey Cooper, a fan with a performer's flair, his body tight and toned like a coiled spring. He slips past the guards, eyes locked on his idol. 'I'm a performer too,' Joey declares, and proves it by peeling off his clothes, revealing smooth skin and unyielding confidence. Paddy protests, 'I'm not gay,' but the lie swells in his pants, his cock stiffening against the words. Curiosity wins. 'How does this work?' he asks, voice rough with intrigue. Joey's pale, firm buns gleam like forbidden fruit, tempting any man to rewrite his rules. Paddy sheds his clothes, reclines on the bed, and surrenders the reins. Joey grips that thickening shaft, his enthusiasm a spark that ignites Paddy's desire. The wrist-thick rod pulses, soon slick with saliva and pre-cum, gleaming under Joey's devoted attention. Paddy spreads wide, offering his furry, muscled ass for Joey to devour—tongue plunging deep, lapping with hungry precision. But a groupie's true gift? To be claimed. Joey climbs aboard, straddles Paddy's hips, draws a steadying breath, and sinks down onto that legendary cock, inch by throbbing inch. The rhythm builds, fierce and unrelenting. Paddy, lost in the heat, pulls Joey close after the first thrust, devours the ass he's just filled—big, greedy swallows against those pristine white globes, hands kneading the grade-A flesh. He flips the script, drives back in, pounding with raw power. Joey erupts first, his release shooting high and far in a shuddering arc. Paddy follows, flooding those buns with his own hot, sweaty climax, marking the territory he's conquered.