Shane's Pool Party

In the lush hush of his tropical garden, Shane Frost leans against the towering Tiki god, his fist wrapped tight around his throbbing cock, stroking with urgent rhythm. Tyler Andrews strolls by, eyes locking on the scene, and drops to his knees without a word. His mouth opens wide, engulfing Shane's shaft in one slick plunge. Shane grips the idol's stone flank, breath hitching as Tyler devours him greedily, lips sealed firm, no pause for air. The suction pulls deep, relentless, until Shane's control frays at the edges. He pushes Tyler back gently, then kneels to return the favor—lips clamping around Tyler's rigid length, tongue swirling with equal hunger. But Tyler craves more. He spins Shane around, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in. His tongue laps at the tight, puckered ring, teasing circles before a finger breaches the warmth, probing and stretching for what's next. Satisfied, Tyler rises, aligns his cock, and thrusts into Shane's eager hole. He pounds fast and fierce, hips slamming in a building frenzy. They erupt together—ropes of cum spilling hot and wild, sealing their raw connection.