Splash Shots

Joe Cade finishes his grueling routine at Venice's legendary Muscle Beach, sweat glistening on his chiseled frame. His burly cousin Justin saunters over, muscles bulging under sun-kissed skin, flashing that easy grin. They drive back to Justin's place for a dip in the pool. The water laps invitingly, but desire hits them like a rogue wave. Clothes scatter across the tiles. Justin kneels first, lips wrapping around Joe's thickening cock, sucking with hungry precision. Joe groans, fingers tangling in Justin's damp hair. They trade places—Joe's tongue traces Justin's heavy shaft, teasing the tip before taking him deep. Probes follow, slick fingers circling and plunging, stretching tight heat. Justin bends Joe over the lounge chair, thrusts in slow at first, building to a pounding rhythm that echoes their shared pulses. They collapse in a tangle of limbs, breaths ragged. But they're not done. Justin rummages in his drawer, pulling out massive dildos—thick, veined beasts that promise more. He works one into Joe, inch by unyielding inch, while Joe strokes himself, eyes locked on the sight. They switch, Justin riding the girth with a guttural moan, Joe's hands guiding the plunge. Tension coils tight. Finally, they erupt together—hot spurts arcing in the golden light, bodies shuddering in that sweet, sticky surrender.