My Cousin Danny

Johnny Rahm and Mark Steel catch a forbidden peek at Randy Mixer—straight as they come, their 'Cousin Danny'—lathering up in the shower. Water cascades over his toned frame, soap suds tracing every curve and ridge, igniting a fire in the watchers. They can't resist; hands slip down, gripping thick cocks, stroking slow at first, then with urgent rhythm as Danny rinses off, oblivious. He steps out, towel in hand, and the pair slips away to the pool, sun kissing their skin like a lover's breath. There, in the shimmering water, Mark drops to his knees, mouth enveloping Johnny's shaft with wet, eager pulls. They tangle—bodies slick, splashing—until Johnny bends Mark over the edge, thrusting deep, pounding until Mark shudders and spills his load into the pool. Johnny pulls out, strokes once, twice, and unleashes ropes of cum across Mark's upturned face, marking him in the golden light.