Kaleb Storm’s broad shoulders strain against the worn wood as he pins Nick Ford down, his fingers digging into the bench’s armrests while the shorter man’s throat works around his cock, thick, flushed with need. The park’s distant chatter fades as Storm’s grip tightens, pulling Ford’s head harder against his lap, his own breath ragged with the effort of holding back. Ford’s jaw clenches, his hands gripping Storm’s thighs as the first hot pulse hits his tongue, his throat convulsing around the length buried deep.
