Alex leaned back in the bustling café booth, his 195cm frame dwarfing the table as his hockey-honed muscles flexed under a tight tee. At 23, the bisexual jock thrived on adrenaline—on ice and off. His girlfriend Lena, a fierce architect with a razor-sharp tongue, had just stood up. "I'm grabbing our lattes, big guy. Don't wander off and get into trouble like last time," she quipped, her eyes sparkling with that strong, no-nonsense fire that kept him hooked. "Or do—your loss if you miss my witty company."
Alex smirked, already thumbing open Grindr. "Wouldn't dream of it, babe. Your coffee runs are the highlight of my day." As she strode to the counter with confident strides, he swiped. There: a profile with a monster 24x6 cm cock pic. "Hung and ready. Café nearby?" Alex messaged: "Hockey jock here, 195cm of pure muscle. GF's buying coffee—got 10 mins for that beast?"
The reply came fast: "Meet me in the back alley, stud. Name's Marco."
Alex slipped out, heart racing, and found Marco leaning against the wall—tall, cocky, already unzipping. "Took you long enough, jock. Horny much?" Marco teased with a grin.
"Shut it and show me the goods," Alex shot back, witty and sharp. "My girl's strong enough to handle secrets, but this cock's calling my name."
Marco pulled out his massive hard cock, thick and throbbing. Alex dropped to his knees, wrapping lips around it for an eager blowjob. He sucked hard, tongue swirling, as Marco groaned. "Fuck, that's wet and dripping already."
Panting, Alex worked it deeper, his own ass clenching with need while thoughts of Lena's tight pussy flashed—strong, wet, and dripping just like this. Marco thrust, sweating, "You're good, but cum for me, jock."
Alex stroked faster, horny as hell, until Marco came hard, cum flooding his mouth. Alex swallowed, panting, the explosive rush leaving them both sweating and spent in record time.
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