Extreme Measures

Sunlight dances on the pool's surface as Matt Bradshaw pins Buck Philips against the tiled edge. Water laps at their thighs, cool against heated skin. Matt's hands grip Buck's hips, pulling him back with deliberate force. 'Ready for this?' Matt murmurs, voice low and rough. Buck nods, breath hitching. Matt slicks his fingers with lube, pressing one against Buck's tight entrance. He circles slowly, teasing the puckered ring before pushing in knuckle-deep. Buck groans, muscles clenching around the intrusion. Matt adds a second finger, scissoring them wide, stretching that hungry hole. 'Fuck, you're tight,' Matt growls, twisting deeper. Buck bucks against him, chasing the burn. The workout intensifies—Matt's free hand pumps Buck's cock in firm strokes while his fingers plunge rhythmically, curling to hit that sweet spot. Sweat beads on their bodies, mixing with pool water. Buck's ass swallows Matt's hand greedily now, three fingers buried to the hilt, thrusting hard and fast. He rims the edge with his thumb, adding pressure that makes Buck cry out. Matt leans in, nipping Buck's shoulder. 'Take it all,' he commands. Buck shudders, on the brink, as Matt's relentless ass-play drives them both toward shattering release.