Tahoe Snowbound

Blond hunk Scott Riley lounges sprawled across the couch in the Tahoe cabin, his body a lazy invitation. Jimmy Durano strides in, the place empty and theirs alone—eager tension crackles between them. Scott drops to his knees, mouth watering for Jimmy's giant uncut cock. He teases the tip with flicks of his tongue, then swallows the girthy shaft deep, throat stretching to take it all. Jimmy peels off his shirt in a swift motion, baring his cut abs and smooth, muscled chest that gleams under the cabin light. Jimmy's hunger sharpens—he reaches down, spreads Scott's ass wide, exposing that tight hole nestled between furry cheeks. The sight pulls him in like a siren's call. He dives forward, tongue probing the soft pink flesh, rimming with hungry laps that make Scott arch and moan. Scott's ready now, craving every inch. He climbs onto the sofa, ass up in doggy position, begging for the pounding. Jimmy thrusts in hard, hips slamming with raw rhythm. They shift seamless—Jimmy reclines, and Scott mounts for reverse cowboy, riding that thick cock with grinding rolls. Their eyes lock when Scott glances back over his shoulder, a spark that turns heat to fire. They tumble to the decadent shag carpet below, bodies slick. Missionary takes over: Jimmy drives deep while Scott's hand pumps his own shaft. Climax hits—Scott sprays thick white ropes across his abs, muscles twitching. Jimmy kneels over his face then, unleashing blasts of cum into Scott's mouth and beard. Scott swallows greedily, savoring the salty rush. They crash together in a kiss, Jimmy's taste lingering hot on their lips.