Falcon's Endless Summer

Luca del Rey mans the Falcon Surf Shop, where bronzed surfers and sun-kissed locals parade through all day. But MrDeepVoice? He's a cut above, a towering temptation with a voice like rumbling thunder and a cock so massive it strains against his wetsuit, refusing to be tamed. Luca doesn't hesitate. He drops to his knees, long hair cascading as he engulfs that uncut shaft, throat working it deep with eager pulls. The air thickens with salt and desire. Luca retreats to a merch-strewn table, legs splayed, inviting the stranger's tongue to circle his fuzzy hole—a teasing rim that leaves him gasping. Then comes the plunge: every girthy inch of MrDeepVoice's rod claims him, bare and unrelenting, stretching Luca wide. They fuck like the shop's their private cove, Luca bent over, moaning loud enough to summon the tide, praying no door chime interrupts their raw rhythm. Flipped onto his back, he takes the pounding harder, his thick pubes soon glazed in his own release. Spent, he watches MrDeepVoice pull out, that big dick staining slick with creamy seed.