Musclebound

Angelo towers at six-foot-four, his pale skin shaved smooth from head to toe, every inch a sculpted pillar of muscle. His nine-inch cock strains against his workout shorts, the sheathed head emerging inch by inch, insistent and unyielding. JR Bronson, another chiseled wall of power, couldn't be more pleased. He grips it firm as Angelo crunches through his reps, the rhythm syncing their breaths. When the set ends, JR takes it deep into his mouth, savoring the heat. He knows his cravings cold—pulls back and commands, 'Eat my ass. Spit on it.' Limber from the grind, JR spreads his legs wide, offering everything. His sphincter, that one untouched flex, hungers for more; he straddles the bench, guiding Angelo's thick length inside. JR's abs and obliques dance under the assault as Angelo drives in, relentless—first on their feet, bodies locked, then JR flat on his back, legs hooked high. Pleasure surges; JR's cock erupts in wild spurts, jism arcing onto one rigid thigh, then the next, as it swings side to side like a pendulum gone mad. Angelo races to his peak, thrusting into JR's willing mouth until his frame quakes and his balls tighten in release. He floods JR's face and lips with hot passion, then bends to lick every drop clean, tasting their shared fire.