Addicted To Love

Trevor Brooks caught the news like a secret whisper: his longtime crush, Jake Mathews, had been dumped on Valentine's Day. Heartbroken but ripe for distraction, the twunk now floated in the backyard pool, water lapping at his sun-kissed skin. Trevor made his move, sliding closer with a predator's grace, his hand brushing Jake's thigh under the surface. Jake, horny and eager for rebound heat, didn't pull away. He leaned in, lips crashing against Trevor's in a salty kiss that tasted of chlorine and desire. Soon, they spilled onto the poolside tiles, new fuck buddies devouring each other with raw hunger. Trevor spread Jake's cheeks, tongue plunging deep into that tight, eager ass, rimming him until Jake moaned like a man starved. Jake returned the favor, swallowing Trevor's thick cock down his throat, sucking with sloppy, fervent pulls that left saliva dripping onto the stone. Still outdoors, the afternoon sun warming their slick bodies, Jake straddled Trevor. He sank down bareback onto that fat shaft, riding hard, hips grinding in a rhythm that built like a summer storm. Trevor gripped his waist, thrusting up to meet every bounce. Then Jake bent over the lounge chair, ass arched high, as Trevor pounded him from behind—deep, relentless strokes that echoed with wet slaps. Flipping onto his back, legs spread wide, Jake took it missionary style, Trevor's cock slamming home until he erupted, covering Jake's chest and abs in ropes of creamy nut, marking him in the glow of daylight.