Just For You

Angel Rock descends the stairs, a shadowy silhouette of naked intent, his beefy frame primed for the night. Pumped pecs swell with a faint trail of hair dusting them. He rounds the corner and collides with Wolfie Blue—equally bare, cock straining upward. Their lips crash together, inevitable as fate. Tongues twist in a heated dance while their cocks align, foreskins gliding slick over slick. Wolfie craves one thing: to be taken. He signals it boldly, flopping onto the bed and parting his legs wide. Angel dives in without hesitation. The tapered tip of his cock slips inside with ease, but the thickening shaft follows, stretching Wolfie's tight passage. Wolfie gasps, his body yielding to the cone of rigid flesh invading him. Angel's gaze falls on Wolfie's cock swaying in the air like a siren's call. He bends low and sucks it deep. They find a rhythm: thrust, swallow, thrust, swallow. Wolfie's mouth hungers too. He twists around, head dangling off the bed's edge, inviting Angel to plunge into his throat. They shift to the chair next, Wolfie sinking down for a seated ride. His prostate buckles under the merciless barrage, and his balls unleash, spraying cum in wild arcs across the room. Angel erupts moments later, coating Wolfie's face in hot ropes of seed, then traces his tongue over it all, savoring the salty glaze.