Bobby pulled out of Buck with a wet, glistening slide and moved behind Chim, who was still bent over the stretcher, breathing hard. 

He lined up his thick, upward-curved cock against Chim’s spit-slick hole and pushed in with one smooth, relentless thrust. 

Chim cried out sharply, the sound echoing through the empty gym as ecstasy flooded his features. His back arched deeply, toes curling hard against the floor.

“Fuuuck— Bobby!” Chim gasped, his voice breaking.

Bobby didn’t hold back. He gripped Chim’s hips and started fucking him hard—deep, powerful strokes that made the bench creak beneath them. 

Each thrust drove Bobby’s cock right against Chim’s prostate, drawing out guttural moans...