Backdoor Deliveries

Marco Napoli paces his living room, cock throbbing, time crawling. Two hours till his guy shows. The bell rings. Johnny Castro stands there in shorts tight enough to show everything, holding a brown box like it weighs nothing. Marco rips it open, the new toy gleaming fat and black. Johnny doesn't ask. He drops to his knees, mouth open, throat greedy. Marco pushes in till spit runs down his balls. Johnny pulls off, spins Marco around, spreads those hairy cheeks and eats like he hasn't had a meal in days. Tongue working deep, getting the muscle loose and wet. Fingers next, then the whole hand. Marco braces against the wall while Johnny's forearm disappears past the wrist, slow, relentless, knuckles stretching the ring wide. When Johnny pulls out, Marco's hole stays open, pink and wrecked. Johnny wraps his lips around Marco's thick dick again, sucking hard, then grabs the dildo, lines it up and pushes. The toy slides in easier than it should. Marco groans, hips rocking, taking every inch while Johnny works it in and out, fist still slick at his side.