Pizza Boys: Kasper & Lucho

Kasper Arley and Lucho Cordell start their afternoon outside, walking barefoot through the garden, laughing and teasing like two close friends dancing around something neither of them dares to say. There’s a charge between them—nervous, unspoken, and new.Inside, they end up on the bed, sitting a little too close, smiles lingering just a little too long. They talk. They stall. When the pizza arrives, they eat in bed—knees touching under the blanket, crumbs on the sheets, hearts beating faster than either one admits.After the last bite, Lucho glances over. His hand moves slowly, unsure, resting on Kasper’s thigh before sliding just a little higher. He finds something hard — and Kasper doesn’t pull away. There’s a long pause, a shaky breath, then the first careful touch.Clothes slip away one piece at a time. Neither rushes. Kasper’s cock is stiff in Lucho’s hand, and when he leans down, it’s with a mix of curiosity and hesitation. He tries, pulls back, tries again. Kasper breathes deep, letting it happen.They explore each other gently — mouths, hands, slow movements. They switch places, still a little shy, but too turned on to stop. The rhythm is soft and real, uncoordinated but beautiful.When they finally let go, it’s quiet. A soft sound, a trembling finish, two flushed boys tangled up in something they never planned but maybe always wanted.The empty pizza box sits quietly on the nightstand.