Lawless

Jackson Lawless carries a name around the block. Adam Russo clocks him draining his dick at the urinal and drops the mop on the spot. He yanks his own cock out, already thick, and shoves it straight between Lawless’s lips. Lawless swallows him down without a word, spit dripping from his chin. Russo pulls back, spins Lawless around, and spreads him open right there. His tongue works deep, slicking the tight ring until it flutters open. Russo slicks his hand and pushes two fingers in, then three, stretching Lawless wider. He folds his fist and sinks it in slow, knuckles disappearing one by one. Lawless braces against the wall, breathing hard while Russo’s forearm disappears up to the wrist. He rocks back, riding the arm in steady strokes. Sweat beads on Russo’s ink. Lawless’s hole grips and loosens, greedy for every inch. Russo keeps the pace until both men are right on the edge. They pull out, stroke fast, and shoot thick ropes across the wet tile they just finished mopping.