Beach Rats

Devin lounges by the beach, salt air kissing his skin, when his buddies roll up hunting for weed. Cash runs short, so they plot a quick hit on a nearby hotel to score some funds. The heist goes down smooth, but afterward, guilt gnaws at Devin like a persistent wave. Then his phone buzzes—a text from muscle daddy Myles Landon. Devin heads straight to the hotel, craving escape in raw heat. They collide without a word, bodies speaking volumes. Devin stretches out on the bed, eyes locked on Myles. The daddy unzips, unleashing his massive cock, thick and veined, straight into Devin's waiting throat. Myles grips his head and thrusts deep, face-fucking the toned beach rat with relentless rhythm—short, sharp pumps building to a steady grind that leaves Devin gasping, spit trailing down his chin. Satisfied with the warm-up, Myles flips Devin onto his stomach, spreads those firm cheeks, and plunges his tongue into the tight ass. He laps and probes, opening it wide, slick with saliva, prepping for the invasion to come. Devin's moans fill the room, body arching into the wet assault. Enough teasing. Myles lines up and slides his raw dick in deep, bare skin on skin, filling Devin to the hilt. Pleasure surges through Devin as he takes every inch, savoring the stretch. Myles pounds in and out, a powerful piston driving into that eager hole—hard, unyielding strokes that make Devin's world blur with ecstasy. He tosses Devin around like a favored toy: missionary, then doggy, legs hooked over shoulders for deeper access. Sweat slicks their bodies, muscles flexing in the dim light. Myles ramps up, fucking faster, plunging deeper, until he can't hold back. He pulls out and erupts, a geyser of hot cum flooding over Devin's hairy hole, painting it white and sticky. Not done yet, Myles shoves his bare cock back inside, plugging the mess, keeping Devin's ass full and claimed. The sensation tips Devin over—his own load blasts out, ropes of cum splattering across his muscled beach bod, marking the peak of their silent storm.