Tommy's Tale

Tommy Brandt lounges in the steaming bath, steam curling around his skin like a lover's whisper. His gaze drifts to the lawn, where Chase Hunter basks in the sun's golden kiss, every muscle etched in sharp relief. Captivated, Tommy beckons him closer. They circle each other, eyes devouring bronzed torsos and thickening cocks, the air thick with unspoken hunger. Chase drops to his knees in the sudsy water, lips wrapping around Tommy's shaft with urgent suction, tongue swirling over the pulsing head. Tommy groans, fingers tangling in Chase's wet hair as he takes it deep, throat working greedily. They switch, Chase's ass arching high; Tommy dives in, tongue probing the tight ring, lapping and teasing until Chase shudders and begs. Fingers follow, slick with soap, stretching and stroking that hungry hole. Desire surges, raw and relentless. Chase stands, positions Tommy against the tub's edge, and thrusts in from behind—deep, unyielding strokes that pound his ass with fierce rhythm. Tommy bucks back, meeting every slam, their bodies slapping wetly. The build is electric, unstoppable; they erupt together, hot seed spilling in thick ropes across skin and water.