Hayden Harding & Patrick McDonald At Sean Cody
Hayden Harding and the awesome Patrick McDonald sweat gallons in Sean Cody’s gym, not because of their workout, but because of the sexual explosion they create. Muscles and sweat are a plot that we will never tire of, and Sean Cody’s writers know it well.
Hayden’s back slams against the gym’s mirrored wall, Patrick’s tongue shoving past his beard as the door locks click behind them. Patrick’s shaven head gleams under the fluorescents, his thick cock already tenting his gray sweatpants. Hayden drops to his knees, yanking the waistband down—Patrick’s shaft slaps his cheek, musk heavy as he nuzzles the trimmed ginger bush.
Patrick fists Hayden’s beard, guiding his mouth onto his length. The bottom’s throat works, spit dripping down his chest hair as Patrick thrusts shallow, groaning. “Fuck, that mouth,” he rasps, pulling Hayden up by his shoulders to bite his nipple through the tank top.
Dumbbells clang as Patrick bends Hayden over the rack, his calloused hands ripping the shorts down. Hayden’s hairy ass flexes—Patrick spits once, twice, then rams in dry. Hayden’s roar echoes off the weight plates, his fingers white-knuckling the metal bar as Patrick pistons hard, sweat dripping down his tattooed shoulders.
They collapse onto the rubber floor, Hayden straddling Patrick’s hips. He sinks down slow, thick rim stretching around Patrick’s girth. “Move, bitch,” Patrick snarls, slapping his ass. Hayden bounces, his own cock slapping his abs with each slam.
Then Hayden shoves Patrick onto his back, yanking his legs up. His tongue laps at Patrick’s hole, beard scratch mingling with the taste of musk and pre-cum. Patrick thrashes, cursing, but Hayden pins him, cock spearing in with one brutal push. Patrick’s mustache quivers, his hole pulsing as Hayden pounds him into the mat.
Hayden pulls out, jerking himself over Patrick’s face. Ropes of cum stripe his forehead, lips, and eyelashes. Patrick licks his chops, then shoves his still-hard cock into Hayden’s mouth. The bottom sucks greedily until Patrick’s load floods his throat, gulped down with a grin.
