Jonthan Darko and Pete Bull

A sleazy basement sex club pulses with Euro beats. Jonathan Darko is on the prowl, stalking the darkened corridors in search of his next prey. He finds Pete Bull reclining on a bench, legs spread seductively, ready for whatever comes his way.

The two men lock eyes. They want it, and they’re gonna get it.

They’re making out within seconds. Cocks bulging in their shiny sports gear. Pete pulls Jonathan’s dick out from his tight-fitting jock strap and starts to suck, before dropping to the floor and worshiping Darko’s sweat-drenched sneakers.

Dominant Darko is heavily tattooed and stands above Pete like a god, spraying the sub with streams of saliva, before removing his sneaker and pushing it against Pete’s nose like a gas mask. Pete breathes in the heady, rubbery aroma.

Jonathan exposes Pete’s sexy butt and gets him to lean over the bench before thrusting his nine-inch cock deep into the bottom’s guts. He bangs hard. Pete grunts like a pig as his insides get rearranged.

Jonathan pulls out and feeds his plus-sized member into Pete’s salivating mouth; a few more tugs and he’s ready to explode. Jonathan blasts his thick creamy load all over Pete’s smooth chest before disappearing into the darkness. Pete, alone, is still very excited. Why wait for someone else when you know you’ve just had the fuck of your life? He jerks himself off, playing with the remnants of Jonathan’s explosion, until he shoots his own creamy load.