Harrison Feels & Only Matt: Locker Room Muscle Clash
Harrison Feels and Only Matt turn a routine post-gym cooldown into a sweat-drenched, muscle-on-muscle inferno in Hooked Up, a cool ode to locker room lust. Harrison, a chiseled bodybuilder with a cock as thick as his vascular forearms, locks eyes with Only Matt—a bearded, hairy-chested gym bro whose low-slung towel barely contains the wild tuft of pubes escaping his waistband. The tension? Palpable. The dialogue? None needed.
The scene ignites when Harrison, dripping with post-workout sweat, peels off his compression shorts, unleashing his monstrous dick with a smirk. Only Matt doesn’t hesitate—he drops to his knees, mouth gaping, beard grazing Harrison’s quads as he swallows him whole. The slurps echo off the tiled walls, Harrison’s hand fisting Matt’s hair to force eye contact. “Show me that throat, boy,” he growls, thrusting deeper until Matt’s tears mix with pre-cum.
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But Matt’s no one-trick pony. He spins around, ass in the air, his hairy hole winking invitation. Harrison spits, rams two fingers in, then replaces them with his cock, sheathing himself raw in one brutal push. The bench rattles as Harrison pounds him doggystyle, Matt’s back muscles rippling with every thrust. “Fuck yeah—break me,” Matt roars, clawing the locker door until it dents.
The second workout peaks in fuck frenzy: Matt mounts Harrison reverse-cowboy, riding his dick with a power that shocks even the alpha. “You’re mine now,” Matt snarls, bouncing until Harrison’s abs glisten under fluorescent lights. Both men erupt in tandem—Harrison all over Matt’s hole, Matt, across Harrison’s heaving chest—before collapsing in a slick, grunting heap.
