Deep End

Bo Summers sweats under the relentless sun, scrubbing Ted Matthews' grimy pool. The air hangs thick and sultry, teasing his mind toward filthier distractions. With the boss gone, Bo's hand drifts to his swelling cock, stroking the thick length through his shorts. He imagines plunging it deep, lost in the rhythm. But Ted returns early, eyes locking on the naughty display. No scolding follows. Instead, Ted's gaze darkens with hunger. He pulls Bo close, their mouths crashing in a fierce kiss. Bo drops to his knees, freeing Ted's rigid shaft. He sucks it greedily, tongue swirling the pulsing head, taking every inch until it hits the back of his throat. Ted groans, fingers tangling in Bo's hair. They strip bare on the poolside deck. Ted bends Bo over, spreading those firm cheeks. He thrusts in hard, pounding Bo's tight ass with relentless force, driving to the hilt in that welcoming depth. Bo moans, pushing back, their bodies slick and slapping in raw ecstasy.