The Chalet

After a day carving turns down the mountain, Falcon Exclusive Josh Moore trudges back to his room, muscles aching with that sweet burn. He peels off his sweat-damp clothes, letting them pool on the floor, when a sharp knock echoes through the door. Stark naked, Josh swings it open. There stands BelAmi Exclusive Jim Durden from room service, balancing a tray with a chilled beverage. Jim's eyes lock onto Josh's thick cock, and a slow grin spreads. Without a word, he steps inside, kicks the door shut, and sheds his uniform in a hurried pile. Jim drops to his knees, mouth watering. He engulfs Josh's shaft in a sopping wet hummer, tongue swirling from the swollen tip straight down to those heavy balls. Not an inch escapes—Jim savors every veined ridge, throat working to take it all. Josh groans, impressed by the eager suction, that relentless pull. He grabs Jim by the hair and tosses him onto the bed like a ragdoll primed for play. Jim writhes, begging in husky gasps to choke on Josh's uncut rod, his voice raw with hunger. To ready him, Josh flips Jim onto his stomach. He spreads those firm cheeks and dives in, tongue lapping deep into the tight hole—a thorough, teasing bath that leaves Jim bucking and moaning. The air thickens with need. Jim can't wait anymore. He straddles Josh, positions that raw cock at his entrance, and sinks down slow, inch by throbbing inch. Josh drills him bareback, pounding with his huge uncut fuck-stick. They switch it up—Jim on his back, legs hooked over Josh's shoulders; then riding hard, ass clenching; finally bent over, taking it deep from behind. Sweat slicks their skin, breaths ragged. Jim shatters first, ropes of cum splattering across his taut abs in hot bursts. Josh pulls out, aims true, and unloads straight into Jim's open mouth. Jim swallows every drop, lips glistening, the perfect finish to their fire.