Timothy Champagne pressed his best friend firmly against the kitchen counter, the cool marble surface biting into the smaller man’s chest. His hands gripped those slim hips with purpose, yanking the guy’s pants down in one rough motion until they pooled around his ankles. Timothy’s thick cock sprang free, already rock hard and leaking at the tip. He spat into his palm, slicked himself up quickly, then lined up and shoved inside without warning.
The gay guy gasped, fingers clawing at the countertop as Timothy buried every inch in one thrust. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Timothy growled, pulling back only to slam forward again. His hips snapped in a steady rhythm, skin slapping loudly with each drive. He reached around and wrapped his fingers around the other man’s leaking cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“Yeah, take it,” Timothy muttered, leaning over to bite at the nape of his friend’s neck. His balls slapped against the guy’s ass with every powerful stroke. Sweat beaded on Timothy’s forehead as he fucked harder, the counter creaking under the force. He spread those cheeks wider with both hands, watching his cock disappear into the stretched hole again and again.
The gay best friend moaned helplessly, pushing back to meet every thrust. Timothy picked up speed, pounding relentlessly until his rhythm grew erratic. With a low grunt he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside. He kept stroking the other man’s cock until it twitched and spilled across his fist and the floor below.
Timothy stayed buried for a moment, catching his breath, before slowly pulling out. Cum trickled down the guy’s thighs as Timothy gave his ass one last possessive slap.
