High Tide

Back at the house, Matthew Anders spots Jeremy's crew sprawled poolside under the sun—Jake Andrews, Christopher Scott, Travis Wade, Kristian Brooks, Rod Barry, Anthony Shaw, and Kyle Becker—bodies gleaming, cocks stirring. Christopher dives in, taking on Jake and Kyle with raw hunger. Kristian locks eyes with Travis, their tangle fierce and immediate, while Anthony drops to his knees, wrapping his lips around Rod Barry's rigid prick, servicing it like a devotee at an altar. The air thickens into a wild symphony of male craving—grunts and gasps rising in chaotic harmony. Jake shoves a thick dildo toward Christopher's mouth; he opens wide, swallowing it deep with a greedy moan. Travis works a fat buttplug into Kristian's tight hole, stretching him slow and deliberate, as Rod eases a string of latex balls—one by one—into Anthony's ass. Anthony's groans erupt in ecstasy when Rod tugs them free, segment after slick segment sliding out, leaving him quivering. Rod can't hold back; he targets Anthony's ass, slamming in with reckless fury, hips pistoning like a machine built for ruin. Christopher's mouth engulfs Jake's cock, sucking hard, while Kyle thrusts into him from behind, filling him full. Travis drives his tool deep into Kristian's hole, burying every inch. The seven studs keep at it—fucking, sucking, stroking, hands and mouths everywhere—until lust pulls them over the edge. Each one, egged on by his brothers in heat, unleashes his load in shuddering bursts, drowning in the raw pulse of their shared masculine fire.