Giant Splash Shots II

Sweat glistened on Lance and Jeff Quinn's skin as they pounded the pavement, breaths syncing in the humid afternoon heat. They veered toward Chad Douglas's sprawling backyard, drawn by the shimmer of his pool—a tempting oasis after miles of relentless stride. Chad greeted them at the gate, his lithe frame already stripped to swim trunks, a knowing grin splitting his face. No words wasted; he led them straight to the water's edge, where the chlorine-scented air promised relief. They dove in, bodies slicing through the cool blue, but the real heat simmered beneath the surface. Chad's cock, thick and insistent, pressed against Lance first, then Jeff, as they tangled in the shallow end. Water lapped at their hips while hands roamed freely—gripping, stroking, pulling one another closer. Lance took Chad deep into his mouth, the pool's buoyancy making every bob effortless, waves rippling with their rhythm. Jeff circled behind, fingers teasing Chad's ass before thrusting in, hard and unyielding. They switched, insatiable, using Chad's generous length in tandem: one riding him while the other claimed his mouth, splashes masking their moans. By the time the sun dipped low, the pool water clouded with their release, every inch of Chad's body spent and shared.