Armed Services

Tyler Saint lounges on the barracks cot, pumping his fat cock so the shadow climbs the wall like a loaded gun. James Aaron walks in from weekend leave and drops straight to duty. He opens his throat, lets Saint shove in hard and fast, spit running down his chin. Saint yanks him onto his back, drives balls-deep, then snaps on the gloves. Grease shines on leather as his fist pushes past the ring. When Saint works hand and dick together Aaron’s hole blooms into a slick rosebud, pulsing. Saint roars and shoots across the ink on Aaron’s chest while the room smells like sweat, lube and orders nobody questions.