Desert Drifters

Sweat-soaked from the relentless desert trek, Steve Regis and Cole Phillips collapse into the scant shade of a jagged outcrop. Their bodies collide in a raw, urgent tangle—hands roaming thick chests, lips crashing in hungry kisses, fingers teasing swollen cocks and heavy balls. From the shadows, Luke Strong stumbles upon the scene, his breath catching at the sight of their fevered rut. Rooted in place, he frees his throbbing shaft and strokes it with frantic need, eyes locked on the lovers until ropes of hot cum splatter across his taut skin. Unaware of their audience, Steve and Cole pull apart and slip away to a hidden cleft, craving solitude for their fire. Steve stretches out bare on the sun-warmed granite, his massive cock jutting like a promise. Cole kneels, lips parting to take it deep, throat working around the girth in devoted rhythm. Then Cole reclines, legs splayed, and Steve drives in hard, burying himself in that tight heat. He thrusts with building fury—deep, pounding strokes that echo their shared growl—until ecstasy seizes him, flooding Cole with pulse after pulse of searing release.