Amone Bane & Jace Star Sweat In The Locker Room

Amone Bane and Jace Starr’s gym locker room session delivers raw, sweaty passion with rimming, bareback fucking, and intense climaxes—no frills, just unfiltered heat.

The locker room steams with the aftermath of their workout, sweat dripping down Amone Bane and Jace Starr’s sculpted bodies as they lock eyes. No pretense, no games—just two men stripped bare, literally and figuratively. The “Q&A” is a thinly veiled excuse to get closer, their hands roaming as they ask questions neither cares to answer. Amone’s fingers hook into Jace’s waistband, yanking his shorts down before dropping to his knees, mouth sealing over Jace’s thick cock.

Jace returns the favor, swallowing Amone’s length with hungry slurps, his tongue swirling the swollen head. The roles crystallize fast: Jace bends over a bench, ass high, as Amone spreads his cheeks, tongue lapping at his hole. Jace’s moans bounce off the tile walls, his fingers white-knuckling the bench as Amone’s spit slicks his entrance.

Amone stands, his cock glistening with precum, and presses into Jace’s ass raw. No lube beyond sweat and spit, the stretch brutal, primal. Jace grits his teeth, pushing back to take every inch, his hole gripping Amone’s shaft like a vise. The rhythm starts slow, deep, Amone’s balls slapping Jace’s taint as steam curls around their bodies.

They switch to missionary on the bench, Jace’s legs hooked over Amone’s shoulders, their eyes locked. Amone’s thrusts turn punishing, his cock drilling Jace’s prostate with jackhammer precision. Jace’s orgasm hits first, cum streaking his abs as his ass clenches around Amone’s shaft. Amone follows, pulling out to paint Jace’s chest, his load thick and glistening under the fluorescent lights.