Shane's Pool Party

Cliff Jensen paces the edge of rest, his boyfriend dozing nearby. Restlessness wins. He wraps his fist around his hardening cock and strokes, slow at first, then insistent. Dylan Roberts stirs, eyes locking on that rigid length. He pounces, mouth claiming Cliff's shaft. Lips glide up and down, tongue tracing the vein, savoring the salty tang of skin and pre-cum like forbidden nectar. Heat builds. They trade places—Cliff's turn to devour. He parts his lips wide, draws Dylan's uncut cock deep, letting it slide in and out, foreskin pulling back with each thrust. Dylan swings a leg over, positions himself, and sinks down onto Cliff's dick. He rides fierce, hips grinding, muscles clenching tight. Then he reclines, legs spread. Cliff drives in again, their bodies slick with sweat, pace quickening to a frenzy. They chase release together, exploding in shuddering waves of cum.