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Sam gasped as he felt Elliot’s ass clenching and spasming frantically around his buried shaft. "I feel you contracting," Sam groaned, diving down to capture Elliot’s chin and lips in a fierce kiss.
“Mmmm…>” Elliot let out a muffled, euphoric wail against Sam's mouth as his rock-hard dick erupted.
He began to shoot thick, heavy ropes of cum all over his own belly, the sheer force of his climax sending hot, sticky splatters flying up onto his own chin and Sam's chin while they kissed.
Breaking the kiss, Sam reached down and swiped two fingers through the fresh, hot cum pooling on Elliot's neck and chest.
He brought his fingers up and dunked them straight into Elliot's open, panting mouth.
Elliot’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and he happily, greedily sucked his own salty cum right off the mechanic's thick fingers.
"I'm gonna cum," Sam roared, lowering his forehead against Elliot’s as his thrusts turned frantic, deep, and chaotic.
"Don't stop," Elliot cried, his voice trembling as he rode the unending waves of his own climax. "Don't fucking stop. Fill me up!"
Sam didn’t wait for a second invitation. He pounded Elliot’s tight ass relentlessly until his massive body seized and went rigid.
He drove his cock to the absolute hilt one final time, and his orgasm detonated.
A thick, powerful surge of cum erupted deep inside Elliot, followed by another—and another.
He pumped his huge, heavy load of virile sperm deep up Elliot's hungry, pulsing butt—one hard blast after another flooding the college boy’s warm, silky insides.
“Fuck… Eli… ugh…” Sam threw his head back and cried out into the night air, a raw, primal sound that echoed over the hills, howling right back at the coyotes in the canyon.
Elliot smiled, a lazy, thoroughly wrecked expression of pure bliss crossing his face.
"I can feel you pulsing," he whispered in awe. "I feel you shooting it inside me.” Elliot bit his lip and then added, “Give me every drop.”
Elliot rolled his eyes with overwhelming bliss, pulling Sam down by the neck to kiss him deeply as the mechanic continued filling him with thick, hot cum.
Sam’s cock pulsed again and again, pumping thick surges deep into Elliot until the excess spilled back around his buried shaft and ran hot over his sack.
Finally, the storm of their shared orgasms began to subside.
They came down together, panting and covered in sweat in the cool night air.
Sam braced his hands on the swing and slowly, reluctantly pulled out.
A loud, wet pop filled the air as the thick head of his dick finally escaped the suction of Elliot's tight, greedy butt, immediately followed by a warm, thick river of cum spilling out of Elliot’s ass and running down his ass cheeks.
Elliot felt the mess, felt the lingering, stretched ache of being thoroughly claimed, and he absolutely loved it.
Looking up at the stars, he knew right then and there that this was right for him. He smiled, empty and blissful—more than ever before.
This was exactly where he should be.
The breakdown of his old clunker wasn't a curse; it felt like a twist of fate that had guided him to this exact porch, to this exact man.
Sam reached toward a nearby chair, grabbed a heavy woven blanket, and draped it over them both as they sat side by side on the porch swing, rocking slowly.
He pulled Elliot tightly against his broad, warm chest.
Tangled together beneath the heavy fabric, they watched the glittering stars in a comfortable, blissful silence, the desert having finally surrendered all its secrets.
“Just us and the stars,” Elliot smiled.
“Just us and the stars,” Sam nodded.
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