Looking For the Big One

Sun beats down on the beach house yard, heat shimmering in the air as Alex Mecum and Casey Jacks collide in a hungry kiss. Alex's cock throbs rigid against Casey's thigh, swelling to an impressive girth. Casey drops his gaze, eyes widening at the sight, and sinks to his knees without a word. His mouth parts wide, eager. He savors every inch, tongue tracing the thick, veined shaft of Alex's hung, hairy frame—slow laps along the length, then dipping lower to cradle those heavy, swinging balls. Alex groans, hips bucking as Casey builds him to the edge, a slow burn igniting wildfire. Casey stands, yanks down his shorts, and bends over the balcony rail, presenting his tight, hairy ass like a siren's call. Alex kneels, hands spreading those firm cheeks, and dives in—tongue probing deep, rimming with relentless hunger until Casey's hole glistens and begs for more. Satisfied it's ready, Alex rises, grips his thick pole, and eases it between those cheeks. Inch by inch, he sinks in, then surges forward, pounding harder, their grunts echoing over the waves. Craving deeper, Casey pulls away, leads Alex to the couch. He presses him down gently, then straddles that sweat-slicked body, impaling himself on the rigid shaft. Up and down he rides, muscles clenching, until Alex seizes control—flipping Casey with a powerful twist. But Alex craves the finale face-to-face. He positions Casey on his back, legs splayed, and thrusts home. The rhythm builds to frenzy. Alex erupts first, ropes of cum painting Casey's chest; Casey follows, their loads mingling in a hot, sticky glaze across his skin.