Page 12 of Gay Sex Club Collection

Jesus. He wasn’t wasting any time. He clearly just wanted to fuck and leave.

Joel, who was still kneeling at the wall lavishing Suit Man’s cock with his mouth, let it slip from between his lips. He got to his feet, shuffled his ass up against the other hole and waited.

Jeans Guy held the base of his cock and fed his bulbous head into Joel’s ass. He went slow at first, and given the size of him, I assumed he was used to bottoms needing a minute to adjust.

Not Joel.

He groaned like a whore as the cock sank into him and immediately started to push back onto it. Fuck. The man loved cock. That much was certain.

Looking straight ahead, Joel opened his mouth and took in Suit Man’s waiting cock. The stall was barely three feet wide and he filled it, his face at one side, and his ass at the other; a cock at either end.

And these two men—these two absolutely anonymous cocks—spit-roasted him.

Jeans Guy grabbed the handrails at his sides and really started to fuck. He was relentless. He was pressed to the wall from his thighs to his stomach, his balls were through the hole and his cock buried deep inside Joel.

Joel moaned around the cock he was eating. The motion of being pounded from behind made him throat fuck Suit Man, and the well-dressed man’s head fell back as he pressed his hips flush against the wall.

“Oh fuck, that’s a great ass,” Jeans Guy ground out. Joel replied by bucking back on his cock. “Oh yeah, like that.”

They continued like that for a few minutes, fucking and sucking, until Jeans Guy’s thrusts got faster and harder and all out of rhythm. He threw his head back and flexed as hard against the hole as he could, then growled as he came.

Joel’s mouth popped off Suit Man’s cock, obviously reveling in the feeling of Jeans Guy’s cock emptying inside him. He whined in appreciation, rocking back onto the sensitive cock as he finished coming.

Jeans Guy bucked hard, moaning loudly. He still held the handrails. His head was back, his eyes were closed and his cock was still to the hilt inside Joel. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. “Fuuuuuuuck. So good.”

Joel slowly stood up, letting the softening cock slip from his ass. He turned around, and lifting his leg to a foothold again, this time he fed Suit Man’s cock into his creamy hole. Then he bent down and licked Jeans Guy’s dick clean.

Suit Man groaned and readjusted his footing. Pressing his entire front against the wall, he never moved. He let Joel do the fucking. Joel set an even pace—a deep, slow, rocking pace—while he sucked on the spent cock in front of him.

I thought Jeans Guy might pull his dick back and hightail it outta there, but he stayed, obviously loving his cock being lavished by a willing mouth. He was now stroking the base while Joel swallowed around him.

Suit Man started to grunt and Joel began to buck his hips a little more. He was working that cock just how he liked it, and Suit Man was at his mercy.

“I’m gonna come,” Suit Man whispered.

“Yeah,” Joel cried. “Give me your load.”

Suit Man banged his hips against the wall, fucking Joel as deep as he could before stilling, and filling him full of his seed.

He came quietly, just a few stifled grunts, but Joel moaned his thanks long and loud. The man in the suit slowly pulled out, took just a moment to catch his breath, stuffed his still-hard dick in his pants, and walked out the door.

Jeans Guy, however, was still there.

Joel straightened up, and holding the base of his hard cock, put the tip through the hole for Jeans Guy. Without a word between them, Jeans Guy dropped to his knees and took Joel’s cock into his mouth.

“Oh yeah,” Joel murmured. “Suck it good.”

Jeans Guy’s head bobbed back and forth as he sucked that cock hard, taking a little bit more with each pass. It wasn’t long before he was deep throating him. Joel cried out in pleasure before his whole body flexed and stilled. His head fell back and he moaned like a wanton whore, coming down Jeans Guy’s throat.

Jeans Guy hummed in appreciation, swallowing every ounce. He never spilled a drop. Jesus, he was deep throating him so I doubted he even got to taste it. But he released Joel’s cock, licking him one more time for good measure before he stood up. He stuffed his half-hard cock back into his jeans, hit the light switch to say he was done, and walked out the door.

Joel leaned against the wall for a moment with a satisfied and smug smile on his face. He rubbed his hands over his chest, his stomach, down to his glistening dick and gave himself a sated squeeze. Then he rubbed his fingers over his ass, smearing the cum that leaked from his hole.

He rolled his neck and shoulders, obviously feeling a lot less stressed than when he came in. He casually got dressed, hit the light switch to signal the scene was over, and still smiling, he walked out, closing the door behind him.

Virgin Tales 2

Eighteen-year-old twink, Sean, sat on the bed, much like he did the first time he was here, wiped his palms on his jeans, and waited.

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