Cross Country, Part 2

The yacht slices through the Pacific, waves parting like silk under its prow. Erik Rhodes stands at the helm, his muscled frame taut against the salt spray, eyes locked on the horizon. Matthew Rush lounges nearby, bronzed skin glistening, a sly grin inviting chaos. Roman Heart moves between them, his touch electric, fingers tracing the lines of their bodies with deliberate hunger. Clothes peel away in the wind—shirts tossed overboard, pants shoved down rough and eager. Erik claims Matthew first, thrusting deep while Roman kneels, lips wrapping around Erik's base, sucking with rhythmic pull. The boat rocks harder now, mirroring their frenzy. Matthew groans, flipping Roman onto the deck, pounding into him as Erik watches, stroking himself, then joining to fill Roman's mouth. Sweat mixes with seawater. They switch, bodies entangled in a slick, urgent dance—Erik buried in Roman's ass, Matthew's cock sliding down Erik's throat. Climax builds like a storm, erupting in hot spurts across sun-kissed skin. The ocean roars approval as they collapse, spent and sated, the yacht racing onward.