Big Rock Cove

Parker Perry and Alex Andrews sink into the couch, the movie flickering unnoticed as their hands slip boldly into each other's jeans. Fingers fumble, belts unbuckle, and soon their cocks spring free—thick, heavy shafts straining with promise. Kisses turn frantic, lips crashing like waves in a storm, until Alex drops to his knees, eyes locked on Parker's throbbing length. His mouth stretches wide, jaw aching against the sheer girth, but Alex knows his way around; he takes it deep, a master at work, swirling his tongue over the sensitive foreskin with hungry relish. All the while, his own ass hangs bare and inviting, cheeks parted just so. Parker leans in, fingers tracing the tight, warm pucker before his tongue joins the tease, licking and probing until Alex quivers, slick and eager. Primed like a fuse, Alex rises and backs onto Parker's meat, the head breaching him in one slick slide. His face blooms crimson, breath hitching as Parker thrusts—hard, fast, relentless, pounding that ass into oblivion. But Parker craves his turn; he spins around, presenting his own firm cheeks. Alex drives in with equal fire, hips snapping in sharp, purposeful strokes that make Parker groan. Finally, they break apart, hands wrapping their slick cocks, stroking in unison until ecstasy hits. Ropes of cum arc out, splattering hot and messy across skin.