Alumni

On the road to their hometown reunion, Doug Acre and Justin Chase crash in a shared hotel room. Justin stirs awake, his cock rigid with morning hunger. He strokes himself lazily, eyes locked on Doug's sleeping form. Justin's body gleams smooth and toned, a runner's lean power in those endless legs, his shaft curving upward like a sly invitation. The sheet tents over Doug, betraying his own stiff salute. Curiosity wins; Justin peels back the fabric for a stolen glance. Doug snaps awake, yanks the sheet away, and reveals his thick nine-plus inches in all their glory. 'You wouldn't believe the lengths people go to just for a peek at this,' he says with a smirk. But Doug craves more than admiration—he beckons Justin closer, and soon hot lips envelop his shaft, bathing it in wet, eager warmth. Justin's plea for payback draws an instant yes. Doug arches, waving his pale buns like a surrender flag that demands tribute. Justin leans in, teases with a probing finger, then dives with his tongue. Doug's gymnast frame unfolds, legs splaying wide to bare his tight pink hole for deeper plunder. He groans deep and raw as Justin thrusts in his eight inches, claiming every inch. No novice to a good pounding, Justin hungers to feel Doug's fat cock stretch him too—throat and ass both. They flip. Doug seizes Justin's shaft mid-thrust, pumping him hard. Justin erupts first, and Doug follows, spilling his load in hot ropes across those runner's thighs.