Huge #2

Under the relentless sun, Lee Ryder and Mike Stoker pump iron poolside, sweat tracing paths down their chiseled frames. Mike's gaze locks on the bulge in Lee's shorts—thick, insistent, impossible to ignore. His mouth runs loose, words laced with hunger: 'Fuck, man, that cock of yours is a goddamn weapon.' They strip to jocks, fabric straining against arousal, then dive into the cool water, slicing through it like predators in pursuit. They haul themselves out, dripping and feral, bodies gleaming hotter than before. Lee drops to his knees first, spreads Mike's cheeks, and buries his tongue deep into that tight, sun-warmed hole. Mike groans, arches back, his own dick throbbing against the pouch. Then Mike spins, grabs Lee's hips, and swallows that massive shaft whole—throat working it down inch by inch, saliva slicking the veins, gagging just enough to make Lee's balls tighten. Lee rims him again, tongue probing relentlessly, slicking the way for what's next. Mike's ass clenches in anticipation, ready for the pounding under that blazing sky—raw, deep, unyielding.