Desert Drifters

Rob Cryston stares in awe at Steve Regis, a muscleman who embodies Hercules come to life. The sheer power of his frame captivates Rob completely. To his delight, Steve feels the pull of Rob's heated gaze and returns the seduction. They slip away to a private bedroom, eager to explore each other's bodies. Rob drops to his knees before his towering hero, lips parting to take in Steve's thick, mighty cock. He sucks with fervent hunger, tongue swirling around the pulsing shaft. Steve groans, his excitement surging, and scoops Rob up effortlessly, carrying him to the bed. There, they devour each other's mouths in a fierce kiss, bodies twisting into a perfect 69. Pleasure builds like a storm, carrying them higher with every lick and moan. Steve takes control then, mounting his devoted fan and driving in deep, fucking him hard and fast. Each thrust hits just right, electric and intoxicating. They move together in flawless rhythm, bodies locked in syncopated bliss. The climax crashes over them—first one, then the other—erupting in geysers of warm, sticky mancream.