Justin Tiempo kneels on the pallets, his dark hair framing a shaved head as he presses his mouth tight around Sean Taylor’s asshole, fingers gripping the smooth, muscular thighs. Sean stands over him, his own body taut and unyielding, the weight of his hands steady on Justin’s shoulders as he holds him in place. The wood beneath them is rough, the angle sharp, no hesitation, just the push of one man’s mouth against the other’s tight hole.
