Alumni

Ray Diaz is back in his hometown for the class reunion when Vance Crawford drops by, his old straight fuck buddy with a grin that says trouble. It takes three seconds flat before Vance murmurs, 'Remember when...?' Ray's face splits into a dimpled smile, wide and wicked. Words dissolve as they strip. Vance's cock strains so hard it snags on his jeans, demanding attention. Ray inhales deep, then dives in, lips wrapping around that thick shaft, swallowing it whole before nuzzling lower to suck Vance's balls. Those thighs tremble—damn, it's sharper than memory, a jolt that hits like lightning. Ray towers at six feet, skin smooth down to his navel, where a dark treasure trail arrows to his hefty cock; tight, furry buns clench behind, hairy legs stretching out like an invitation. Vance, all handsome lines and slender build with those broad shoulders, craves every inch of Ray right then—sucking that dick, fingers probing the crack, then burying himself deep inside. Ray starts on his knees for the fuck, ends flat on his back, legs hooked high. Veins bulge on Vance's neck as climax barrels down. Ray yells, his load erupting in a wild arc, splattering chest and furniture alike, while Vance unleashes a endless rope that sails past Ray's head. The orgasm hits Vance like a freight train; he clutches Ray's thighs just to stay upright.