Summer Fever

The sun hammers down relentlessly, and Cort Jensen aches for escape from his dull drudgery. Relief crashes in like a rogue wave when Grant Larson strides up, eager to soothe that restless fire. They dive in, hands roaming, lips tasting the salt of skin—each man savoring the other's solid frame. Grant's tongue traces lazy paths over Cort's taut flesh, teasing out shivers. From the shadows slinks Sean Davis, his massive, thick cock thrusting forward like a promise of plunder, all menace and mouthwatering allure. Cort and Grant drop to their knees, taking turns devouring that heavy slab, lips stretching wide, throats working to swallow him deep. Cort sprawls on the bench then, mouth locked around Sean's pulsing shaft, while Grant kneels behind, tongue spearing into Cort's clenching hole, lapping with hungry precision. Sean craves a taste too—he shoves in, assaulting that tight pink ring with his mouth before rising to claim it, pounding hard and furious, hips slamming home. Grant's turn comes swift; Sean spins him around and delivers the same raw justice to his ass, no mercy in the frenzy.