The blond, broad-shouldered man flips the dark-haired one onto his back, gripping his hips as he drives deep with slow, deliberate thrusts. Their mouths crash together while the bearded man watches, drink in hand, the graffiti backdrop blurring behind them. The dark-haired one arches, gripping the blond’s shoulders as he takes every inch, the room’s only sound the wet slap of flesh.
By Straight Rent Boys
