Porter and Andrew

Porter Wescott’s muscular frame bends over a locker as Andrew Stark grips his hips, fingers probing deep before the blunt thrust of his cock splits him open. The dark-haired, clean-shaven men move between slick skin and the cold metal, one’s mouth locked around the other’s shaft while the bent one’s ass clenches around the first rough stroke. The locker room’s hard surfaces press against their bodies as hands and mouths take turns claiming every inch.