John Horny and Will Jones

John Horny grips the red sports ball between his teeth while Will Jones kneels, his fingers already slick with precome as he works John’s cock with rough, deliberate strokes. The bench creaks under their weight as Will takes him deep, throat locked tight, while John’s other hand wraps around his own shaft, pumping hard enough to make the latex-free skin flush. The locker room’s stale air thickens with the sound of wet suction and the slap of flesh against flesh, their bodies pressed together in a rhythm that leaves no doubt, this isn’t just sport, it’s raw, unprotected.