Cruisin' Grounds

Eddie Diaz scrubs the pool deck, his tight speedos clinging to the firm curve of his bubble butt like a second skin. He feels Chad Hunt's eyes burning into him from the shadows, that unwelcome gaze prickling his skin. Irritation flares; Eddie straightens, water dripping from his toned arms, and marches over to confront the peeping bastard. Their words clash like thunder—sharp, heated accusations flying fast. But the air thickens with something primal. Chad's hunger breaks through. He lunges, devouring Eddie's muscled frame with ravenous lips, sucking greedily at every inch of sun-kissed flesh. Eddie's protests melt into gasps as Chad claims him fully, thrusting deep and relentless, fucking the pool boy into a delirious haze of sweat-slicked ecstasy.