Just For You

Hunter Page strokes his cock with urgent need, lost in the fevered vision of his ideal man claiming him—plunging deep, relentless. That dream sharpens, edges toward reality. Around the corner strides handsome Hayden Richards, caught off guard by the sight: a naked stranger on the staircase, blissfully pumping his fist in rhythm. Smiles flash, wide and knowing. Hayden sheds his clothes in a haste, his firm buns clenching with each step up the stairs toward an eager embrace. He seizes Hunter's shaft, draws it into his mouth with a hungry suck, fingers kneading those heavy balls. Rising, Hayden plants a foot on the banister, parting himself. Hunter dives in, nose buried in the warm crack. But this fantasy burns for Hunter's own ass—the star of the show. He bends forward, offering his plump bubble butt like ripe fruit. Hayden takes it, thrusts in slow at first, then with building force. Every inch delivers more than Hunter's wildest hopes, stretching him open. Unshaven and raw, Hunter's hole and taint bristle with thick black hair, a wild invitation. 'Sweet ass,' Hayden growls, pounding deeper. They shift to the couch, bodies spooned tight, Hayden's hips snapping against Hunter's cheeks. Climax hits Hunter like a storm; he erupts in a torrent, ropes of cum pooling across his taut abs in endless, sticky waves. Hayden pulls out, aims true—his hot load splatters Hunter's face, marking the moment.