Parker's Mirage

Parker London stretches out by the pool, seeking a moment's peace. But a insistent tingle stirs in his groin, demanding attention. He hooks his thumbs into his briefs and eases them down. His cock springs free, already swollen and rigid. He wraps his fingers around the thick shaft and starts pumping, hand gliding smoothly from base to tip. Leaning back, eyes shut tight, he loses himself in the rhythm. Off come the briefs entirely now, leaving him bare under the sun, every sensation sharpened. He reaches for an ice cube, its chill a sharp contrast to the heat building inside him. He drags it over his nipples first, watching them harden into peaks. Then lower, tracing a icy path down his taut belly. Finally, he teases his cock and balls with the melting block, the cold bite sending jolts of wicked pleasure through him. That kinky spark amps up the fire, and when he presses the cube against his asshole, teasing the tight ring, he's teetering on the edge. His fist flies now, bobbing furiously along the shaft until release crashes over him. Thick ribbons of warm cum arc out, splattering across his belly in sticky triumph.