My Cousin Danny

Alex Carrington stretched out on the lounge chair, the sun kissing his bronzed skin as he traded lazy words with Randy Storm about Matt's cousin Danny. 'Guy's got that wild streak,' Alex murmured, eyes half-lidded behind his shades. Randy chuckled, his voice low and warm, but the heat rising off the pool deck pulled their talk into something thicker, more urgent. Randy shifted closer. His fingers hooked into the waistband of Alex's speedo, tugging it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric peeled away, revealing Alex's hardening cock. Randy's mouth descended, lips parting to take him in—wet, insistent slurps echoing the lazy lap of pool water. He worked with heavy rhythm, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed deep, drawing out every gasp from Alex's throat. Minutes stretched into a haze of suction and heat, Randy's hands gripping Alex's thighs, unrelenting. Alex's breath hitched. He pulled Randy up, flipping their positions with a hungry grin. Now it was Randy's turn—his cock thick and pulsing as Alex swallowed him whole. Randy thrust forward, pumping deep into the velvet grip of Alex's mouth, hips rolling in steady, forceful drives. Saliva glistened, mixing with the sheen of sweat on their skin. Finally, Alex stood, guiding Randy over the edge of a deck chair. Randy bent willingly, ass arched high, muscles taut under the sun. Alex pressed in—slow at first, then harder, pounding with raw precision. Each thrust slapped skin to skin, deep and claiming, until the air hummed with their shared release, the poolside forgotten in the fire of it all.