Falcon's Endless Summer

Nearly a decade has slipped by since Alpha Wolfe, owner of Falcon Surf Shop, last locked eyes with his old surfing mate Ashley Stones. Their chance reunion in San Diego feels like no time at all. Waves crash around them as they reconnect, bodies syncing in the salt spray. Afterward, they speed back to Alpha's place, the air thick with unspoken longing finally ready to erupt. Alpha's muscular frame tenses as Ashley drops to his knees, swallowing that big, hairy dick whole. He savors every inch, throat working hungrily. Then Ashley stretches out, legs parting wide. Alpha dives in, tongue lapping at that smooth asshole, fingers sliding deep to stretch and tease. Bareback now, Alpha's thick rod pushes into Ashley's hole, filling him completely. Ashley gasps deep breaths, voice rough: that impressive meat feels massive inside him, stretching him just right. Alpha pulls back, eyes on Ashley's cock—hard and waiting. Ashley spreads his legs wider, inviting the flip. They trade places, bodies slick and urgent, Ashley's fingers twisting his own nipples as he rides the rhythm. Deeper into his cheeks Ashley goes, driving them both to the edge. Alpha unloads first, a messy explosion flooding hot. The versatile top pulls out just in time, busting his nut across Alpha's cummy cock, marking the moment with sticky proof of their long-buried fire.