The Guys Next Door, Part 2

Sun-kissed and bronzed to perfection, Rod Daily raps his knuckles against the door of Paul Wagner's secluded retreat. 'Who's there?' Paul calls out. 'Just me, and you're alone,' Rod replies with a sly grin as the door clicks shut behind him. No time wasted—they crash together in a heated kiss, lips hungry and insistent. Hands roam freely as they stumble toward Paul's bedroom, shedding inhibitions with every step. More deep kisses follow, fingers tracing firm muscles, squeezing taut flesh. Rod's shorts hit the floor first, revealing his chiseled form. Paul drops to his knees, eyes locked on Rod's sculpted body, that thick cock and heavy balls demanding worship. Paul's mouth engulfs him, tongue swirling with fervent devotion, savoring every inch. Paul's shorts follow suit, pooling at his ankles. Rod bends over the sofa, presenting his smooth, rounded ass like a siren's call. Paul dives in, lavishing praise with lips and tongue, probing that eager hole—pink and primed for the wide load to come. No holding back now; Paul thrusts deep, pounding Rod's ass with relentless rhythm, his topping skills a masterclass in raw power. The tide turns. Paul flips onto his back, legs hoisted high, inviting the storm. Rod drives in hard, ramming with unyielding force as Paul's hand flies over his own shaft. 'Shoot that huge load,' Rod growls, challenging him. But Paul holds out, teasing the edge until Rod pulls back and unloads a thick, creamy burst across Paul's waiting hand. Only then does Paul erupt—long, arcing ropes of cum splattering his neatly trimmed, hairy chest in a glistening finale.