Retreat

Out on the back deck, Donny Wright and Andrew Jakk melt into each other's arms, bodies fused in a fierce embrace. They kiss with the reckless hunger of lust-drunk teens, lips devouring, tongues battling. Donny breaks away just long enough to yank Andrew's pants down, dropping to his knees to claim that hardening cock. He sucks with greedy abandon, lips sealed tight, drawing every inch deep until he's sated—for the moment. Then they switch. Andrew grips Donny's long, uncircumcised length, fingers nimble as he strokes the soft foreskin up and down the shaft, peeling it back to tease the swollen mushroom head. Donny's hunger surges again. He turns his gaze to Andrew's ass, burying his face between those cheeks, tongue lapping and slurping like a man starved, devouring every salty fold. They rise, bracing against the spiral staircase, and Donny thrusts his engorged cock deep into Andrew's tight heat, driving high and relentless. Soon they stretch out horizontal, bodies slick and pounding harder still—Andrew takes it like a dream, every plunge met with a gasp, while Donny delivers thrust after unyielding thrust, a piston in perfect rhythm. At last, Donny pulls free and unleashes, spraying thick ropes of cum across Andrew's crotch. Andrew grabs his own throbbing pud, yanking and pulling with frantic need until he erupts, blasting heavy globs of seed everywhere.