Tension Release With My Stepdad

Johnny Hunter's leg is knotted up tighter than a sailor's fist, all that pent-up stress screaming for relief. His stepdad, Justin Eros, smirks and says, 'Kid, let me work those knots out—I've got magic hands.' He starts kneading the muscle, firm thumbs digging in, but damn if the air doesn't crackle with something hotter than a summer scorcher. Johnny shifts, breath hitching, and suddenly it's not just his leg that's tense—it's a full-on fire in his veins, lust twisting every touch into pure electricity. Justin's eyes lock on, grin turning wicked, and clothes hit the floor faster than a bad bet. There they are, both buck-naked, Johnny's cock throbbing as Justin pins him down, sliding in deep with a groan that echoes like victory. They fuck hard and hungry, sweat-slick bodies slamming together, chasing that explosive release that'll melt away every damn worry for weeks. Stress? What stress?