A sensuous thrill passed through Deuce, so he turned, leaned over the counter while he felt Gabe lower his pants, open him up, and press his c**k against his waiting hole. He could feel Gabe preparing his c**k for its plunge by lubricating it. He knew it had to be done, but his nerves were jumping. He was anxious, wanting, until suddenly he felt himself being impaled, and cried out. Cries, sobs, gasps, and moans filled the room while the two men’s bodies slapped at each other. Flesh on flesh, heat on heat, sweat pouring off both of them.
Gabe was wild, raw, and uninhibited as he continued to bump and grind his own c**k into Deuce who said with a guttural voice, “My c**k, jerk it!”
Gabe reached around, grabbed it, and played rough with it until both men gave one last shout and spewed toge
