Down To Business

Mark Gabriel and Sam Northman slipped into the club spa for a quiet unwind, but stripping down bare ignited a spark neither expected. Their bodies clashed like shadows and light—Mark's slender, smooth frame against Sam's compact, hairy build. Sam leaned in close, nuzzling Mark's neck, inhaling the musky scent of his armpits, then grazing a nipple with sharp little bites. Desire coiled tight between them. Mark dropped to his knees, parting Sam's robe with steady hands. Sam's legs bristled with dark hair, a thick bush crowning his groin, a thin trail snaking up from his thickening cock. Mark's full lips, curved like a Cupid's bow and flushed nearly red, wrapped around it. He sucked deep, tongue swirling. Sam moaned low, head lolling back in bliss. Soon Sam took charge, easing Mark onto the soft carpet. He returned the favor, mouth hot and eager on Mark's length, drawing out gasps. Mark's hand ventured lower, one finger pressing into Sam's hairy hole, then two, stretching him open—a teasing promise of more. They shifted to doggy, Mark thrusting in with a groan, bodies slapping rhythm. Sam arched, taking every inch. They flipped to missionary, Sam's legs splayed wide, one hooked over Mark's shoulder. His hard cock bobbed wildly with each powerful drive, balls heavy and swinging like pendulums. Sweat glistened on their skin, the air thick with their ragged breaths. Mark pulled out at the peak, aiming true—high-velocity spurts erupted from his dick, painting Sam's face in sticky ropes. Sam shattered right after, his release arcing high to splatter his chest in warm, white streaks.