Retreat

Lounging on the sun-warmed deck, Jesse Santana reclines in lazy bliss, his hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking with slow, deliberate pulls. Trent Locke watches from the shadows, a sly grin curling his lips. The sight ignites him; he crawls forward, slipping between Jesse's spread legs. He grips the base of that impressive shaft and opens wide, swallowing it deep into his throat. Heat surges through Trent—his nipples perk up, stiff and begging for touch. They shift inside, the cool air a sharp contrast to their building fire. Trent keeps at it, his mouth a whirlwind of skill on Jesse's pulsing length. Jesse, lost in the rhythm, reaches out to claim Trent's furry ass. He grabs those round cheeks, spanks them with a sharp crack that echoes desire, then slides a finger into the tight sphincter, working it open. Hunger takes over; Jesse flips Trent face down on the bed, hands clamped on those firm mounds for leverage. He thrusts in, claiming that fine ass with steady, deep strokes. Trent rolls onto his back, legs wide, and Jesse pounds harder, their bodies slick and synced. Climax crashes in waves—first Trent erupts, then Jesse, spilling their hot loads in a shared, shuddering release.