Biker's Liberty

Jon King's feet pounded the sun-warmed sand, his muscles burning from the relentless run along the beach. Salt air stung his skin, sweat tracing rivers down his bare chest. That's when he spotted Kris Bjorn, pedaling hard on a sleek bike, thighs flexing like coiled springs under tanned skin. Their eyes locked mid-stride, a spark igniting. Kris slowed, grinning with easy confidence. 'You look like you could use a rinse,' he said, voice low and inviting. 'My place is just up the dunes. Shower's all yours.' Jon followed, pulse quickening. Kris's beach house gleamed white against the waves, simple luxury in every line. Inside, steam already fogged the glass shower as Kris stripped off his cycling gear, revealing a body sculpted by miles of road—broad shoulders, a trail of dark hair leading south. He pulled Jon under the spray, hands slick with soap gliding over sweat-slicked skin. Firm strokes across Jon's chest, down his abs, then lower, wrapping around his hardening cock with a teasing squeeze. Jon gasped, water cascading over them both. Kris dropped to his knees, mouth hot and insistent, taking Jon deep while fingers probed further, slicking him open. He worked Jon's hole with patient precision, one finger, then two, stretching him wide amid the steam. Jon braced against the tile, hips bucking, the pleasure sharp and unyielding. Kris rose, eyes dark with hunger, and turned him around. No words needed—Kris pressed in, filling Jon inch by throbbing inch, their bodies slamming together under the relentless pour. They stumbled out dripping, towels forgotten, straight to the bedroom. Sunlight slanted through open windows, gilding the king-sized bed. Kris pushed Jon down onto the sheets, pinning his wrists with one hand while the other guided his cock back inside. They fucked like waves crashing—hard, rhythmic thrusts building to a frenzy. Jon arched, nails digging into Kris's back as release ripped through him, hot spurts across his stomach. Kris followed, groaning deep, pulsing inside until they collapsed, spent and tangled in the afterglow.