Road Trip, Vol. 8 - Palm Springs

Far from familiar shores, Scottie Brooks finds the journey worthwhile in Jeremy Lange's company. They've teased the locals with shirtless jogs through sun-dappled streets, but now their gaze locks on one another. Scottie drops to his knees, wrapping his lips around Jeremy's cock. It hardens in seconds under his eager mouth. He sucks with relentless rhythm, tongue swirling, until he spins Jeremy around. There, he parts those firm cheeks and dives in, rimming the tight hole with slow, teasing laps. Then the tables turn. Scottie folds his lithe body like a pretzel, legs splayed wide in shameless invitation. He begs Jeremy to taste him. Jeremy obliges, tongue pressing deep into that puckered entrance, lapping with hungry precision. Scottie writhes, moans escaping—'More,' he pleads, voice raw with need. Jeremy delivers, until neither can wait. They rise together, hands flying over their throbbing shafts. Strokes quicken. Climax crashes over them in shuddering waves, hot release spilling free.