Double Vision

The sun dips low over the infinity pool, casting golden ripples across the water. Bruce Spalding lounges on a cushioned chaise, his toned body glistening with sweat and sunscreen, a sly grin playing on his lips as Marco Rossi kneels before him. Marco's hands trace the firm lines of Bruce's thighs, parting them with deliberate hunger. He leans in, tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin around Bruce's tight entrance, rimming him slow and deep, each circle drawing a low groan from Bruce's throat. Bruce's fingers tangle in Marco's dark hair, urging him closer. 'Deeper,' he murmurs, voice rough with need. Marco obliges, his mouth devouring, sucking at the puckered flesh while his own cock throbs against the pool deck. The air hums with their shared heat, chlorine-scented and electric. Not content to wait, Bruce pulls Marco up, their lips crashing in a bruising kiss. He flips Marco onto the chaise, spreading those muscled legs wide. Lube slicks his fingers as he preps him, then his thick shaft presses in—slow at first, inch by inch, until he's buried to the hilt. Marco arches, gasping, his hands gripping the cushions. Bruce thrusts hard, rhythmic and relentless, their bodies slapping wetly together. Marco's moans echo off the tiles, building to a fever pitch. Bruce pounds deeper, hitting that spot that makes Marco's eyes roll back. They fuck like the world could end any second—raw, urgent, perfect poolside abandon.