Beefcake

Beside the shimmering pool, Falcon Exclusive Roman Heart stretches out on his towel, the sun kissing his bare skin. He glances up at Jed Willcox with a lazy smile. 'Hey, mind rubbing some lotion on my back?' Jed kneels down, squirting the creamy oil into his palms. He spreads it slow, fingers gliding over Roman's shoulders, down the curve of his spine. Roman sighs, arching just a touch. But Jed's hands wander lower, bolder—slipping beneath the waistband of Roman's trunks, teasing the firm globes of his ass. What starts as a simple favor ignites into raw hunger. Jed peels the trunks away, exposing Roman fully. He parts those cheeks with deliberate strokes, his own cock hardening as he presses in close. Roman moans, pushing back, and soon Jed's lubed fingers probe deep, stretching him open. The lotion slicks everything, turning the afternoon haze into a frenzy of slick thrusts—Jed's thick shaft burying itself inside, pounding with urgent rhythm until they both shatter in the heat.