Locker Room Liaison: Cliff Jensen's Gay Indulgence
The locker room's dim lighting casts long shadows as Cliff Jensen, straight and unassuming, finishes his workout. Suddenly, a blonde, tattooed stranger catches his eye, their gazes locking. The stranger, confident and dominant, approaches, his cock already semi-hard. He takes Cliff's hand, guiding it to his crotch. "You want this, don't you?" he growls. Cliff swallows hard, his heart pounding as he wraps his fingers around the thick shaft. The stranger smiles, pushing Cliff to his knees. "Suck it," he commands. Cliff complies, his inexperienced mouth struggling to take the entire length. The stranger's grip tightens on Cliff's hair, fucking his face roughly. He pulls Cliff up, turning him around, and bends him over a bench. "You're going to take my cock like a good little straight boy," he says, spitting on Cliff's hole and pushing in, making Cliff gasp in pain and pleasure.