Spring Training

Michael Wayne and Rick Turner step out of the sauna's steamy embrace, sinking into the hot tub's bubbling warmth. Rick's hunger surges; he can't tear himself away from Michael's thick cock, sucking it with relentless greed, lips sliding down to the root. But that's not enough. Rick shifts, pulling Michael's hips forward, and dives in tongue-first to lap at his jock asshole, teasing the tight ring with slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation ignites Michael like a spark to dry tinder—his body tenses, pulse racing. He can't hold back. Gripping Rick's shoulders, Michael hauls him to the tub's edge, bends him over, and thrusts deep inside, fucking him hard against the slick rim, water splashing with every urgent drive.