The Mechanics Of Kissing

Adam Ramzi and Jordan Starr spent months under that hood, grease up to their elbows, shirts soaked through. Car's finally fixed, but Jordan's hanging his head. Turns out the guy caught feelings and figured the project ending meant their time together was up. Adam grins at the news—he's been stealing glances too—and figures they've got plenty of other reasons to hang around. Jordan perks up, suggests a shower first, but Adam's already pressing close, breathing in that oil-and-sweat smell like it's cologne. They lock mouths hard, tongues fighting, then Adam spins him around, yanks those pants down and buries his tongue right between Jordan's hairy cheeks. Jordan moans, bracing on the workbench. Adam stands, spits on his cock and pushes in raw, slow, all the way to the balls while Jordan strokes himself. After a few deep strokes Adam pulls out and feeds it straight into Jordan's mouth, letting him taste his own ass before slamming back in. They trade off like that—ass, mouth, ass, mouth—until Adam can't hold it and paints Jordan's tongue. Jordan shoots right after, splattering the concrete while Adam licks the mess off his fingers.