Nnocent Straight Boys, First Bareback Party I Can’t Believe They’re Actually Doing It

They said they were straight, just two clueless boys from the gym, tight shorts, sweaty bodies, no idea what they were walking into. Nervous smiles, stiff posture, but their eyes kept drifting lower. I turned down the lights, turned up the tension. One touch. One kiss. That’s all it took. Suddenly lips were locked, hands were roaming, cocks were hard and leaking. No more denial. Pants dropped, bare skin on bare skin, and then the unthinkable — one guiding his cock deep inside the other. No condoms. No hesitation. Just raw, slick heat and the sound of pure need. The first thrust had them gasping. The second had them moaning like they’ve never been touched before. Deeper. Faster. Cocks slamming home, balls slapping, sweat dripping down their backs. One cums deep inside, hot and pulsing. The other follows, emptying himself with a groan. They collapse, tangled, breathless, ruined in the best way. Two straight boys who found out exactly what they’ve been missing. And they’ll never go back.