Warehouse Kinks

Christopher Daniels and Boomer Banks sit on adjacent industrial spools. Sleeveless tees. Jeans. Both lick their lips and rub their cocks through denim. Boomer stands, steps in. Christopher drops to his knees and presses his face against the bulge. He drags the zipper down, buries his nose in the bush, then opens his throat around the cock. It thickens, forcing him to choke, then take more. Saliva strings. Boomer’s full size now. Christopher growls, beard scraping skin, and sucks the heavy balls, pulling them tight into his mouth. Still wearing his jock, he climbs onto a spool. Boomer kneels behind, spreads the cheeks and buries his tongue. He presses the soles of Christopher’s feet together and fucks the tight space between them. Then he lines up with the hole. The ring stretches, slow and brutal, until the thick head pops inside. Boomer sucks the toes while he pumps. Deep strokes. Sweat. Then they kiss, tongues thick with each other’s load, come streaking chests and faces.