Rogue

The sun scorches down, turning the pool water into a cool temptation. Seth Peterson craves it all—especially the relentless pounding from Silas Brooks and that massive cock of his. He peels off his skimpy swimsuit in a heartbeat, drops to his knees, and wraps his lips around the twunk's thick shaft, sucking with hungry precision. Then, on all fours, Seth offers himself up. Silas dives in, tongue teasing his rim before sliding that bare length deep inside, bareback and urgent. Out here by the pool, exposed to any prying neighbor's gaze, they fuck without restraint. Seth strokes his own cock in rhythm, taking every throbbing inch until Silas pulls out and unleashes thick ropes across Seth's bare ass and taint, marking him in the open air.