Beach Rats

Michael Delray glides down the Boulevard on his skateboard, the ocean breeze whispering promises. He spots Vadim Black lounging by the beach, all easy smiles and sun-kissed skin. The two buddies link up, spark a joint, and let the haze draw them closer. One drag leads to another, and soon Vadim's hand slips up Michael's tight shorts, fingers wrapping around that thick, meaty hard-on straining against the fabric. Michael wastes no time. He shoves his shorts down, freeing his big cock for Vadim's eager mouth. Vadim dives in, sucking hard, lips stretching wide as he works the shaft with hungry precision. But Michael craves a turn. He drops to his knees, throat opening to swallow Vadim whole, tasting salt and smoke on his buddy's rock-hard length. Vadim grins, pulls out his phone, and hits record, capturing Michael's devoted slurps and the way his cheeks hollow out. Satisfied with the show, Vadim yanks Michael up and bends him over, spreading those firm cheeks for a teasing lick at his tight hole. Then, with no barriers between them, Vadim thrusts his big, bare pole deep inside, pumping hard and relentless. 'Where'd you score this weed?' he growls between strokes, chasing secrets amid the rhythm. Michael's lost in the fire, horny as sin. He takes control, straddling Vadim and riding that dick deep, his own hard cock bouncing wildly with every grind. Vadim isn't done dictating terms. He flips the stud onto his back, legs spread wide, and drives back in for a raw, pounding fuck. Michael's body arches, and he unloads, spilling thick ropes of pure white jizz across his taut abs and chest. Drenched in his own release, Michael pants as Vadim pulls out and unleashes. Thick ropes blast over Michael's ass, marking him. But Vadim slides back in, savoring that final, intimate grip from the inside. With the weed's source now spilled, a shadow flickers in Vadim's eyes—does darker intent lurk beneath the afterglow?