Desert Getaway

Sweat-slicked from weaving through the stark arms of Joshua Trees, Sebastian Kross and JJ Knight slip back to their secluded vacation house. They drift to the shaded back patio, where JJ's fingers trace the bold tattoos etching Sebastian's chest. He tugs open Sebastian's belt with deliberate ease. Out springs Sebastian's massive erection, thick and insistent. JJ drops to his knees, lavishing it with fervent kisses and swirling licks, his mouth a warm altar of devotion. JJ sheds his shorts in a fluid motion, revealing his own staggering cock—long, veined, a beast in its own right. Sebastian wastes no time, swallowing it down in greedy gulps, saliva trailing in glossy strands as he works the length with hungry precision. But JJ's true fire ignites at the sight of Sebastian's ass. He spreads those firm cheeks wide, plunging his tongue deep into the musky cleft, rimming with insistent, probing strokes that leave Sebastian gasping. Rising, JJ slicks his shaft with lube, aiming to slide in smooth and sure. Sebastian twists around, voice low and teasing: 'Maybe next time, but I came out here to fuck you.' JJ grins, obliging without a word. He bends forward, arching to present his hole, and Sebastian dives in tongue-first, lapping until it's slick and quivering. Ready now, JJ hooks his legs over Sebastian's broad shoulders. Sebastian thrusts home, burying his cock to the hilt in one powerful drive. They shift to doggy, JJ on all fours, his enormous dick swinging like a pendulum with each rhythmic pound. Sebastian's pace builds, relentless, until JJ's vise-like grip milks him over the edge. He withdraws and erupts, ropes of thick cum painting JJ's back and ass in a hot, sticky deluge. Sebastian smacks his spent cock against the pooling mess, sending white flecks scattering like forbidden confetti. JJ spins, fisting his own throbbing length. He aims true, pumping out a torrent that floods Sebastian's waiting mouth, the salty rush spilling over lips and chin in exquisite excess.