Bobby Clark and his buddy were just supposed to wrestle. That plan dies the moment Bobby ends up pinned on his back, his buddy’s knee between his thighs, both of them suddenly very aware of the hardness between them.
Bobby does not resist. He unbuckles his buddy’s belt with one hand, yanks the jeans down, and watches a thick cock spring free. He swallows it immediately, throat stretched, eye contact locked upward.
On his knees, face-down ass-up on the floor, Bobby offers his smooth hole. His buddy spits, lines up, and pushes in bareback without warning. Bobby gasps into the carpet as every inch disappears inside him.
The pounding rocks them across the floor. Bobby’s buddy grips his waist and breeds him raw, thick cum dripping out of Bobby’s wrecked hole. Bobby rolls over, strokes himself twice, and shoots across his own chest with a grin.
