Damon and Dan Get Right To It!

Damon's back after a break, and the second he spots Dan the clothes come off. Dan drops to his knees and swallows that cock to the root. Damon grabs his head and pushes him deeper, loving the wet heat around his shaft. Fair's fair—soon he's got Dan on his back, sixty-nining like they can't get enough. Tongues, spit, sloppy noises, neither guy slowing down. Damon pulls off, wipes his mouth, and grins. "You ready for some ass action?" Dan flips onto all fours, hole winking, answer clear as day. Damon spreads his cheeks, spits right on target, licks him open till he's dripping. "You ready to get fucked?" Dan moans a quick yeah. Damon rolls on a rubber, lines up, and sinks in slow. One deep thrust turns into a steady fuck, skin slapping as they grind. They switch—Dan face-down-ass-up, then flat on his back with legs spread wide, Damon driving in missionary until the headboard bangs the wall. Sweat runs off both of them. Dan's the first to blow, ropes painting his own stomach while Damon keeps pounding. A few hard strokes later Damon pulls out, peels the condom, and shoots thick streaks across Dan's abs and chest, mixing their loads together.