Hot For You

Isaac Hardy and Jake Parker stand close, eyes locked like old friends teetering on the edge of something electric. Their first kiss unfolds slow and tender, smiles breaking through as they peel away clothes with hesitant fingers. Jake's shirt slips off, and Isaac's palms glide over his smooth chest, tracing the warmth there. Pants hit the floor in a heap. Isaac's tighty whities strain against the bulge, hard flesh packed so tight it threatens to break free. They nip at each other's lips, cocks dueling through fabric—thick, engorged shafts pressing and thrusting without mercy. Isaac drops to sit, mouth eager for Jake's cock. A long, sticky strand of pre-cum unspools, gleaming as it drips to the floor. These lads are trim, clean-cut—Isaac dusted with dark chest hair, legs furred, a tempting trail of fuzz snaking down to thick, dark pubes. Jake's blond and sleek as silk. He buries his face between Isaac's cheeks, tongue flicking fast against that dark, puckered center. Then fingers—one, then two—probe deep, stretching him open. Isaac's breaths turn ragged, his hole yielding, hungry for his buddy. Jake's fat cock eases in smooth and slow, every inch a thrill sinking into Isaac's flawless ass. They build the rhythm, fucking with wild excitement until Jake unloads hot inside him. Isaac follows, ropes of spooge painting his torso white. Jake scoops it up, feeding the creamy mess to his lips.