Beefcake

Next-door neighbor Robert Van Damme couldn't resist the lure. As Tyler Hill sprinted past, Robert unleashed a cool spray from his hose. Water cascaded over Tyler's toned frame, drenching him in an instant. Laughter erupted. Eyes locked. The playful drenching ignited something fiercer—a sun-kissed tangle of limbs and desire. These two muscled hunks surrendered to the heat, bodies slick and pressing close on the warm grass. Robert's strong hands gripped Tyler's hips, pulling him in. Tyler arched, gasping as Robert's mouth claimed his neck, trailing hot kisses down to his chest. They stripped away soaked clothes with urgent tugs, revealing hardened cocks that brushed and throbbed against each other. Robert flipped Tyler onto his back, spreading those powerful legs wide. He teased first with fingers, slick from the hose's remnants, probing deep until Tyler bucked and moaned. Then Robert thrust in, filling him completely—slow at first, building to a relentless rhythm that echoed their pounding hearts. Sweat mixed with water under the blazing sun. They came together in a shuddering release, the kind that leaves you breathless and spent.