Musclebound

Metal clanks in the gym as Jimmy Durano and Mike Anders power through their routines. Mike bends over the bench, his shorts sliding low on those smooth hips, baring his crack like an invitation. Jimmy pauses, breath ragged, eyes devouring the sight. His abs ripple under taut skin; his pecs flex with raw hunger. He steps closer, claiming what's his. Mike straightens, sweat gleaming on his body, craving the firm grip of a man's hands. Their lips crash together in a fierce kiss, fingers seeking out throbbing cocks. Mike's nipples stand rigid peaks. Jimmy's massive shaft and heavy balls demand attention, but Mike takes it all, swallowing deep without a flinch. He holds off the fuck, drawn instead to taste Jimmy's ass. Jimmy obliges, lowering himself onto Mike's face, parting his cheeks wide, shaking that firm booty with teasing rhythm. Sweat pours like summer rain by the time Jimmy drives his cock into Mike's tight hole. Mike embodies the truth: nothing polishes a man like a cock between his lips—or buried deep inside. He savors both, twice over, before spilling his load on the floor. One final suck on Jimmy's monster draws the hot blast of cum straight down his throat.