Malibu Heat

Rusty Stevens, the tennis ace, grips Jared's hand on the racquet, guiding his swing with smooth finesse. He leans in close, breath warm against Jared's ear, showing him exactly how to smash the ball just right. The two jocks banter, their words laced with teasing flirtation, laughter echoing across the court. Eager to please, Rusty drops his gaze to Jared's shorts, inspecting the bulge with hungry eyes. Before long, his mouth devours the prize—lips sliding over Jared's thick cock, tongue swirling across his heavy balls. They surrender to their private match, sweat-slicked and breathless. Rusty takes the offensive first, sucking deep and fierce; Jared counters on defense, then flips the script, rimming Rusty's tight ass with relentless hunger. The rhythm builds, thrusts and licks trading places in heated volleys. Finally, Jared pins him down, skewers that eager hole with his throbbing prick, pounding with champion precision—each stroke a winner. 'Game, set, match,' Rusty gasps as they erupt together, bodies shuddering in explosive release, scoring their ultimate victory.