VIP - The Hustle

Mischievous Brian Bonds eases his car to a stop outside the neon-lit strip club, his pulse quickening with anticipation. He waits for the dancers who'll worship his pole like it's the center of their world. When Armando De Armas steps out into the night, Brian flashes a thick wad of bills, a siren's call. Armando slides into the passenger seat without a second thought—he's Brian's plaything for the evening now. They pull up to Brian's place, the air thick with promise. Armando strips bare, revealing a furry, tan expanse of muscle that begs to be touched. Brian dives in, zeroing on that cock, breathing deep its musky scent while pinching the foreskin between his lips like a secret shared. Smooth as silk, Armando's length slips down Brian's throat, filling him completely. Brian pulls back for a kiss, letting Armando savor the salty tang of his own essence on their tangled tongues. Then Brian's mouth embarks on a languid tour, licking a wet path back to Armando's armpits, savoring the salt, before teasing those stiff nipples to peaks. Armando drops to his knees in turn, his tongue darting like quicksilver around the swollen head of Brian's cock. He swallows Brian's balls whole, heavy and warm, as Brian twists his own nipples, chasing sparks of pleasure. Brian spreads his legs wide, baring his hole like an invitation to plunder. Armando's tongue and fingers slip inside the eager void with ease, priming it. Slowly, he presses his throbbing cock forward, breaching that tight ring. He pounds into Brian first on his knees, then flips him onto his back, sweat tracing rivulets down Armando's chiseled torso. 'Fuck me 'til I cum,' Brian growls, voice raw with need. Armando obliges, thrusting relentless and deep until jets of cum erupt from Brian's cock in hot, pulsing arcs. Brian twists around quick, mouth open to claim Armando's release, gulping every drop as it floods his throat.