Fahrenheit

Sun-kissed by the pool, Trent Atkins lounges in lazy bliss until Trey Turner glides through the water toward him, a sly grin breaking the surface. Surprise sparks in Trent's eyes, then melts into hunger as their lips meet, soft and insistent. Trey's fingers trace Trent's sleek chest and rippling abs, lingering with deliberate heat. His hand drifts lower, cupping the growing bulge in Trent's trunks. With a bold tug, Trey frees the swollen cock, thick and pulsing, and takes it into his mouth. He suckles the rigid shaft, coating it in slick saliva so his lips slide effortlessly from base to tip, drawing out every throb. Trent's turn comes swift. He drops to his knees, claiming Trey's length with eager slurps that pull soft moans from his friend's throat. Pleasure hums between them, wet and rhythmic. Trent rises then, planting his hands on the deck and arching his back to present his pale, firm cheeks. Trey dives in without pause, tongue lashing the tight hole, probing deep in a frenzy of rimming that leaves Trent gasping. Saliva drips, saturating the puckered entrance until it's glistening and ready. Trey positions himself behind, gripping Trent's hips and thrusting in doggie-style, their bodies slapping together in urgent rhythm. They shift—Trent flips onto his back, legs spread wide—and Trey plunges back in, relentless strokes pounding his man's hole. Sweat gleams on their muscled frames. Finally, Trey withdraws, and the two stroke their throbbing cocks in sync, grunts building until ropes of hot cum erupt across Trent's taut stomach, marking the end of their fevered dance.