Hot For You

Bobby Hart hunches over his books, his dick boldly escaping the fly of his boxers. His nut-brown chest gleams smooth and muscled, a vein pulsing like a secret promise along his bicep. Ashton Weber creeps forward on all fours, utterly naked, eyes alight with mischief. They tumble into a playful wrestle, fingers dancing in ticklish raids, cocks stiffening with every twist and laugh. Bobby's full, luscious lips descend, lavishing Ashton with a slow, wet tongue bath—from parted mouths to the warm hollow of his throat, circling taut nipples, tracing the midline of his chest to the dip of his navel, and finally claiming his throbbing cock. Ashton arches his neck, mesmerized, as Bobby alternates deep sucks on the shaft with greedy pulls on those heavy balls, dangling low in their sheer, translucent sack. Bobby's fingers join the fray, one from each hand easing into Ashton's tight hole, stretching him open with deliberate care. The air hums with sensuality, passion laced with joy—no rush, just the sweet drag of time. Ashton reclines on his back as Bobby presses his hefty meat inside, filling him inch by unhurried inch. Play turns fluid; they swap, Ashton flipping Bobby onto all fours to drill him deep from behind. They pull apart, and Ashton feeds both balls into Bobby's willing mouth, which stretches wide to take them. That pushes them over the edge—two shattering orgasms erupt. Bobby's cock pulses waves of thick jism, spilling down his hand and shaft in sticky rivers. Ashton aims for distance, squirting across Bobby's belly, but holds back the final, savory drops to paint Bobby's eager tongue.