Road Trip, Vol. 2: Santa Cruz

The summer sun beats down mercilessly on Sean Preston, Mario Costa, Danny Taggart, Chase Evans, and Enrique Currero. Sweat glistens on their toned bodies as they strip to their swim trunks and plunge into the cool embrace of the pool. Water splashes high, laughter echoes off the tiled edges. But the chill is fleeting. Sean grabs Mario from behind, his strong hands sliding over wet skin, pulling him close in a mock wrestle. Mario twists, their chests pressing together, breaths quickening. Danny dives in, tackling Chase against the pool wall—muscles flex, legs tangle underwater, erections stirring beneath the surface like hidden currents. Enrique joins the fray, his fingers grazing thighs in the chaos, turning playful shoves into grinding hips. What starts as innocent horseplay ignites into raw hunger. Lips crash. Hands roam freely, stroking hardening cocks through thin fabric. They surface gasping, bodies slick and entangled, the water no match for the heat building between them. One by one, trunks slip away, revealing throbbing lengths that demand attention. Sean pins Mario to the edge, thrusting against him with urgent rhythm. Danny and Chase devour each other in the shallow end, mouths exploring every inch—tongues tracing abs, balls, the sensitive underside of shafts. Enrique floats amid the group, his ass clenching as fingers probe, preparing for the plunge. The pool becomes their playground of unbridled lust, splashes masking moans as they fuck with abandon, bodies slamming in a symphony of sweat, water, and release.