Jesse's Getaway

Jesse Santana unfurls his towel beside the cascading waterfall, its cool mist kissing the air. He stretches out, surrendering to the lazy afternoon sun. Certain no prying eyes lurk nearby, the sly imp gives in to temptation. He tugs at his swimsuit, freeing his dick for a teasing diddle. Then, with a wicked shimmy, he sheds the clingy fabric altogether, baring himself to the wild. His fingers wrap around the rigid shaft of his hard cock, toying with the silver piercing that gleams at the tip like a forbidden jewel. Each firm stroke builds the fire within him, arousal coiling tighter. Jesse reclines, his other hand wandering lower to finger his asshole, plunging two digits deep while he jerks off with contented rhythm. His grip races up and down the throbbing length, quicker now, relentless, until the dam breaks—he can hold back no more, and his wad erupts in hot, pulsing release.