Alpine Wood - Part 1

An overnight snowstorm blankets the world in drifts of white. Jimmy Durano and Chris Bines tussle outside, their breaths puffing like clouds as they hurl snowballs and grapple in the cold. They stumble indoors, chasing the heat of skin on skin. Jimmy's arousal surges, massive and insistent. His one-piece long johns hang open to the waist, the fabric straining against an erection that overflows Chris's eager grip. Chris presses his mouth to Jimmy's chiseled torso, tracing every ridge of muscle with teasing licks, sharp nips, and lingering kisses. He reaches the throbbing length and works it masterfully—spit-slicked lips and a firm hand gliding from swollen tip to thick base. Jimmy hoists him onto the table, dips low, and drags his tongue along the dark-haired cleft of Chris's ass. Deep moans rumble from Chris's chest. He reaches back, parts his cheeks wide, inviting the invasion of that enormous cock ready to claim him. Chris rolls onto his back, his pecs jutting firm and convex, dusted with faint, shadowy hair. Jimmy seizes his ankles, locks them tight, and drives harder, faster, his thrusts building until Chris's raw cries bounce off the walls. In a swift reversal, Jimmy takes Chris's mouth, pounding deep as veins pulse and release floods out, hot as the storm raging beyond the frosted glass.