Champs

In the shimmering haze of a lakeside dawn, Falcon's exclusive studs Dick Fisk and Sky Dawson cross paths at the dock. Their eyes lock with unspoken hunger. Dawson's speedboat slices through the water, carrying them into isolation on the vast, rippling lake. There, inhibitions shatter. Fisk's powerful swimmer's body presses against Dawson's, muscles flexing in raw need. Lips crash together in a fierce kiss, hands roaming over sweat-slicked skin. Dawson drops to his knees, mouth enveloping Fisk's thick cock with expert suction, tongue swirling along the throbbing length. Fisk groans, fingers tangling in Dawson's hair, thrusting deep into that welcoming heat. They switch, Fisk returning the favor, sucking Dawson's rigid shaft with hungry pulls that draw out guttural moans. Soon, bodies entwine fully—Fisk bends Dawson over the boat's edge, plunging his cock into that tight, eager ass. They fuck with urgent rhythm, waves lapping against the hull like an echoing pulse, until release crashes over them in shuddering waves.