Cross Country, Part 1

Out on the water, Erik Rhodes paddles his kayak with steady strokes, the sun glinting off the ripples. He spots them first—Maxx Diesel and Alex Rossi, lounging in their own craft, their bodies lean and oiled, muscles flexing as they grip the oars. Erik waves, but they don't smile back. Maxx's eyes narrow, dark and hungry, while Alex licks his lips, a predatory gleam in his gaze. They close in fast, bumping hulls with deliberate force. 'Lost your way?' Maxx growls, his voice low and rough. Erik's pulse quickens. Before he can answer, Alex reaches over, grabs Erik's arm, pulling him closer. Their kayaks tangle. Maxx's hand slides up Erik's thigh, fingers digging in, unzipping his shorts with a swift tug. Erik gasps as Maxx's mouth descends, hot and insistent, swallowing his hardening cock in one deep thrust. Alex watches, stroking himself through his trunks, then leans in to claim Erik's mouth in a bruising kiss. They rock the boats together, water sloshing, as Maxx sucks harder, tongue swirling around the shaft, balls tightening. Alex breaks the kiss, flips Erik forward, yanks down his pants. He spits on his fingers, probes Erik's ass, then pushes in raw, thick cock stretching him wide. Erik moans into the spray, body arching as they take turns—Maxx now behind, pounding deep while Alex feeds him his dick, salty and throbbing. They fuck him relentlessly, grunts mixing with the lap of waves, until they both pull out, shooting ropes of cum across Erik's back, marking him as theirs in this unfriendly encounter.