Mountain Tops Part 2

The morning sun barely crests the horizon as Levi Madison steps out of his tent, his lithe, tanned body already stirring the air with promise. He's smooth, slender, every inch golden from the sun. Randy Dixon stirs awake nearby, his morning hard-on throbbing for release, insistent and unyielding. They collide in a hungry kiss, hands roaming, stripping away clothes with urgent tugs. Levi's cock springs free—a whopper that rewrites the rules. Randy wraps both fists around the shaft, yet space lingers for a third. Levi's balls hang heavy, scaled to match the beast above. Randy drops to his knees, sucking with raw enthusiasm. He steadies himself, one arm hooked firm around Levi's thigh, the muscle taut under his grip. Levi's ass? Compact, tight as a vice—hard to picture it yielding to anything massive. But the proof comes later. First, Levi kneels, returning the favor. He takes Randy deep, letting him thrust hard into his face, the rhythm fierce and unsparing. Then Levi hungers for more. He spreads Randy's pale cheeks, devouring that ass with lavish licks. Saliva bastes the buns, gleaming wet. His tongue batters the hole, relentless, drawing out slick juices that drip and pool. The fucking ignites. Levi's cock, thick as their wrists, claims Randy inch by girthy inch. Randy takes it all—standing, then flat on his back—his body arching to swallow the monster whole. Ass juices flow hot, slicking every plunge. They build to a shattering peak, erupting together in thick, molten spurts that paint the dawn.