GRABBYS EUROPE: OPEN DOORS

Chapter XI — Av. Palma de Mallorca, @tommycray

Some guys just look at each other and the vibe hits different. Instant. No bullshit.

That’s exactly what happened with me and Tommy.

The apartment on Av. Palma de Mallorca was pure chaos when I walked in. Lights, cameras, cables everywhere, people yelling and running around like crazy trying to set up the next group shoot. Typical Grabbys madness.

And there he was.

Tommy chilling on the sofa like the world wasn’t exploding around him, eyes locked on his laptop, calm as fuck. Everyone else stressing and he just… existed.

I wasn’t supposed to bother him.

I did it anyway.

I dropped down right next to him, started talking. No script, no smooth line, just straight-up confidence. Five minutes later we were grinning like two horny idiots who already knew where this was going. The flirting was obvious as hell.

The chemistry? Electric. My dick was already twitching just from the way he looked at me.

We kept talking, getting closer on that couch, legs brushing, voices dropping lower. The rest of the crew was running around like headless chickens and we just tuned them out completely. One thing led to another and I finally said it:

“Hey… we should film something real quick before they drag me into the group thing.”

Tommy didn’t even hesitate. He gave me that dirty little smile and nodded.

“Fuck yeah.”

We slipped away fast. No plan, no lights, no crew just us. The kind of scenes that turn out the hottest.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, hands were everywhere. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, tongues sliding, breathing heavy. Tommy’s hands went straight down, squeezing my bulge through my jockstraps while I pulled his shirt off. His body was tight, smooth, perfect.

We didn’t waste time. I dropped to my knees and yanked his pants down. His cock sprang out, thick and already leaking. I took him deep in one go, sucking him sloppy while he groaned and grabbed my hair.

He stood up, turned me around and bent me over. Spat on his hand, rubbed it on my hole and pushed in raw. I moaned loud as he sank balls-deep, gripping my hips hard while he started pounding him. We were both too horny.

I t was quick, dirty, and stupidly hot.

When we finally caught our breath, we looked at each other and just laughed. No awkwardness. Just that easy, natural vibe like we’d been fucking for months.

We cleaned up quick, threw our clothes back on and walked back into the apartment trying to act normal. The crew was still setting up, nobody seemed to notice how long we’d been gone… or maybe they did and just didn’t say shit.

We shot each other one last dirty smile across the room.

We both knew it.

This wasn’t a one-time thing.

Next time we’d have the whole fucking day… and I was already planning all the nasty shit I wanted to do to him.

https://OnlyFans.com/tommycray