Rock Star!

Who wouldn't crave Ray Diaz? That killer smile lights up his rich, caramel skin stretched over chiseled muscles. Add a devil-may-care swagger and a greedy hole that begs for it. Ray and Jimmy Durano lounge by the pool, tension humming in the air. Jimmy's a feast alone—thick meat straining those skimpy blue trunks. Ray's got his sights set on the prize underneath. He slides off his Wayfarers first. Then peels away his swimsuit, turning slow to give Jimmy a full view of his hardening cock, before slipping into the water. Jimmy dives in after, catches Ray in the shallows, and crushes a deep, dripping kiss to his mouth. He climbs out deliberate and teasing, ass cheeks flexing mid-air—frozen just long enough for Ray to seize them and plunge his tongue straight into that tight cleft. Jimmy spins, whipping his thick cock in lazy circles, drawing Ray to a shadowed nook. Ray drops to his knees, knows the drill: lavish, languid licks up Jimmy's pulsing shaft, teasing the foreskin with teeth and lips, then swallowing every inch down his throat. Jimmy's balls tighten, aching to bury his rod in the slick heat of Ray's brown ass before he explodes. He pulls back to devour Ray's cock with hungry sucks, then flips him onto all fours, stroking Ray's meat hard as he rams in deep. Ray arches and shoots ropes of cum across his abs in a sticky trail, right as Jimmy pulls out and blasts hot jizz over Ray's smooth, muscled thighs.