Dripping Wet #04

Bronze Bobby Hart and lean Cal Skye stretch out head-to-toe on a sun-warmed two-man raft, hands roaming with bold curiosity over the bulging crotches of each other's swim trunks. Cal's long limbs tangle lazily, his rosy cheeks glowing under a scruffy five o'clock shadow. Bobby radiates Latin fire—thick black hair framing skin like polished walnut. They play like eager buddies testing forbidden waters, yanking aside fabric to free their cocks, fingers wrapping tight around throbbing lengths. Bobby's swells huge in seconds, a sudden beast that draws Cal forward for a hungry stare. Desire crashes over him; Cal dives in, impaling his mouth on Bobby's rigid staff. They shed trunks in perfect sync, water lapping at their sides, and Cal dives back to suck with renewed fervor. His own cock weeps pre-cum, slick trails smearing across Bobby's taut belly. They twist into a sixty-nine right there on the waves—Cal parts Bobby's firm brown cheeks, tongue flicking the slick, hidden center. Cal's balls swing and shine, bouncing against Bobby's lips with every deep plunge. They rise from the pool in a dripping embrace, lips crashing in a fierce kiss, then claim a nearby planter for their heat. Cal bends as the willing bottom, color blooming from cheeks to neck and chest while Bobby thrusts deeper, faster, skin slapping skin in rhythmic applause. Bobby's cock erupts in endless pulses, and Cal answers with his own flood, splattering the camera lens in thick white ropes.