Trent King grips his cock hard, his tattooed arms straining as he jerks off against the green wall, his dark hair falling forward with every rough stroke. Ryan Bones watches, his bearded jaw tight, fingers curled around his own shaft as the other man’s hips snap forward in a relentless rhythm. The only sound is the wet slap of skin against skin, their breaths shallow, focused on the act alone.
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