Rub Me Right

Jimmy Durano strides naked into Brandon Jones' bedroom, his thick erection leading the charge. 'I'm horny,' he declares, voice rough with need. Brandon snaps to attention, crawling across the bed on his knees until his lips brush Jimmy's collarbone. He licks a slow, teasing path downward—over the firm pec, grazing the hardened nipple, tracing the ridges of those chiseled abs. Then his mouth engulfs Jimmy's cock, warm and insistent. The rhythm builds, Jimmy thrusting deeper into Brandon's throat. Brandon humps the mattress in response, his body grinding with desperate friction. That subtle sway of his ass snags Jimmy's eye—plump, inviting curves begging for touch. Brandon drops face-down, fingers clawing the sheets, lifting those ripe buns high. He glances back over his shoulder, eyes smoldering with a silent dare: what's holding you back? Jimmy dives in without hesitation, his tongue plunging into Brandon's tight hole. But one hand isn't enough—he slaps the smooth, tan flesh, squeezes the yielding muscle, spreads those cheeks wide, then slips fingers inside to probe and stretch. Brandon takes charge, impaling himself on Jimmy's massive cock in one fluid descent. They fuck hard, bodies slamming together until release crashes over them, heavy spurts painting Brandon's lean, ripped torso. To polish off Jimmy's lingering heat, Brandon sucks his cock clean, savoring every last drop.