Twin Heat

Jay Kohl tends the grill on the back porch, flames licking at rows of hot dogs, when Tony Douglas steps out, hunger sharpening his gaze. He eyes Jay's broad frame first, then the sizzling meat. No words needed—Tony drops to his knees, facing Jay's crotch, and engulfs the cock in one eager plunge. His lips glide over the swollen tip, then swallow the full length of that thick shaft, tongue swirling with wet, ravenous laps along the pulsing flesh. They stoke each other's fire, urges building like summer heat, until Tony offers his ass, bending willingly. Jay drives in sharp and deep, burying his rigid length into that tight hole with powerful, unyielding thrusts. They rock together, hips grinding in rhythm, picking up speed as Tony mounts him, riding that cock like a piston slick with oil, bouncing hard and relentless. At the edge, they grip themselves, stroking furiously until ropes of cum erupt from both.