Down Home

Danny Somers slices through the pool water, lap after lap, his gaze snagging on Kris Lord's godlike body sprawled by the edge. Kris lounges in a Speedo so tight it clings like a second skin, molding every curve. Danny's eyes lock on that stunning bulge, a magnetic pull he can't resist. He climbs out, water streaming from his lithe frame, and strides over. With a swift tug, he peels back the fabric, freeing Kris's thick cock. Danny drops to his knees and swallows it whole, the shaft plunging deep into his throat. Kris grips Danny's hair and fucks his mouth with steady, commanding strokes. Danny takes it all, eager and unyielding, saliva slicking his lips. Then he shifts, circling behind to part those firm cheeks. His tongue dives in, rimming Kris's tight hole with hungry laps, teasing the sensitive rim until Kris groans low and raw. Kris can't wait any longer. He spins Danny around, positions him just right, and drives his cock deep into that welcoming heat. Thrust after powerful thrust rocks them both, building that electric tension. Sweat beads on their skin under the blazing summer sun. Closer they edge, bodies locked in rhythm, until the dam breaks—hot, thick cum floods out in waves, leaving them spent and sated in the golden light.