Collin Simpson and Brandon Anderson

Collin Simpson’s tattooed arm flexes as he pins Brandon Anderson down, his fingers digging into the bench while the other man’s legs spread wide for the first plunge, camouflage shorts pulled low, asshole exposed. Brandon takes it hard, his smooth, muscular body bent over the locker as Collin drives deep, then flips him onto his back for missionary, the bench creaking under their weight. Hands grip hips, fingers tease the hole before Collin’s cock slams in, the locker room walls forgotten as only the sounds of flesh and breath fill the space.