Into the Blue

Scott Riley saunters toward the pool, his lithe form catching the sun. Ryan Rose peers over his sunglasses, eyes locking on that perky ass swaying with each step. Scott dives in, slicing through the cool water with smooth strokes. Ryan stands, slips into the pool, and they collide in an instant—arms wrapping tight, lips crashing in a hungry kiss. Ryan's fingers trace down, yanking Scott's blue swimsuit low enough to bare the curve of his ass. Scott's hand finds Ryan's rigid bulge, squeezing through the fabric before tugging it free. He dips below the surface, mouth engulfing Ryan's cock in a deep, swirling throat that sends shivers racing up Ryan's spine. They surface, kissing fierce and wet. Ryan guides Scott to the pool's edge, palm firm on the back of his head, urging him down the full length of his shaft. Spit trails thick and glossy, dripping as Scott takes every inch to the hilt. Scott rises, dripping, and Ryan strips his suit away. Bent over the lounge chair, Scott offers himself—Ryan parts those fuzzy blond cheeks, tongue delving into the tight pink pucker with slow, teasing laps. Hunger surges. Ryan positions behind, thrusting in doggy-style, hips snapping with raw power. They shift to a seated grind, Scott's ass yielding to the stretch of Ryan's massive cock. Those strong legs flex, lifting and dropping Scott in a rhythm that milks every vein. Flipped onto his back, Scott spreads wide as Ryan pounds missionary, building to the brink. Ryan surges forward, unloading ropes of cum straight into Scott's waiting mouth. Lips slick with the salty taste, Scott strokes himself furiously, spilling his load across that golden treasure trail.