Mike pulls a gay hustler and gets off

A bearded man in a tight black shirt grips the hips of a slim, light-haired hustler pressed against a stop sign, his fingers digging into warm skin as the younger man tilts his head back, then another, tattooed and equally lean, steps forward to take his place, tongue already tracing the first’s throat before his cock swells against the fabric. The air hums with the sound of zippered pants, the slick press of lips, and the way the stop sign’s red glow reflects off sweat-slicked chests as they work in quick, hungry shifts.