Summer Fever

The hot afternoon sun bakes Zak Spears, sweat tracing lazy paths down his skin. He glances over, eyes locking on Brad Stone's scrumptious form, and fantasies ignite like dry tinder. Delirium takes hold. The two studs surrender fast, lost in the glory of each other's flesh. They drown in muscular pecs, big thick cocks demanding worship. So much to devour—neither leaves hungry. Zak's ass twitches, begging. Brad obliges, tongue lapping the hole before his cock drives deep, then a gloved fist and greased dildo ram the hairy channel, stretching it wide.