Wild Weekend Part 2

Wesley Woods had ached for superstar underwear model Ryan Rose all weekend, his gaze lingering amid the chaos of San Francisco Pride. But Ryan seemed fixated on those Euro hunks, Ken Rodeo and Brute, leaving Wesley to nurse his quiet longing. Hours of revelry blurred into the night until fate nudged them together on a bustling street. Eyes locked. Something sparked. Ryan's hand shot out, yanking Wesley into a fierce kiss that promised everything. They stumbled back to the house, urgency propelling them through the door. Lips crashed in a frenzy of heat. Throbbing cocks strained against tight briefs, demanding freedom. Ryan toppled onto the bed, and Wesley dove in, swallowing Ryan's massive, rigid shaft down his throat with greedy hunger. Spit glistened as Wesley worked him deep. Ryan's chiseled abs rippled like waves under sun-kissed skin, flexing with every slick plunge. Wesley rose to his knees, and Ryan repaid the favor—lips wrapping tight, tongue swirling with expert precision that made Wesley's toes curl. Soon enough, Wesley arched his back, ass high, while Ryan's face plunged into that tempting crevice, devouring with raw appetite. Teasing came next: Ryan dragged his thick cock along Wesley's crack, slick and insistent, building the ache. Then, with a slow, deliberate push, Ryan buried his huge dick inside Wesley's eager hole. Wesley's own cock bobbed wildly as he straddled Ryan in reverse, grinding down with abandon. Ryan bucked up from below, powerful hips slamming home. He flipped Wesley onto his side, driving deeper, each thrust a velvet hammer. At the bed's edge, Ryan stood tall, unleashing a relentless pounding that shattered Wesley's control—waves of ecstasy crashing into a shattering orgasm, cock pulsing ropes across his abs. Ryan pulled free, fisted his slick length, and erupted—a torrent of hot spurts painting Wesley's face in sticky triumph. Breath ragged, they climbed to the roof, bodies entwined in lazy kisses high above the Castro's electric hum. Down below, JJ spotted them, pumping his fist with a triumphant yell: 'Yes! I knew it!' Laughter echoed as Wesley gasped, 'Oh my god, I love Pride!'