Mountain Tops Part 1

James Ryder stands bold under the outdoor shower, his colorful tattoos gleaming against smooth, taut muscles, his long cock swelling with promise. Hiker Drake Wild stumbles upon this unexpected wildlife, his pulse quickening as he claims a hidden vantage to watch. Hardness hits him fast—before his fingers even graze his pants' buttons. James spots him, and his movements shift to a teasing striptease. He cups his firm pecs, sways his hips, strokes his length with deliberate grace, drawing Drake into the warm cascade, clothes soaked through. Their lips crash together beneath the falling water, urgent and deep. Hands clasped, they wander to the deck, dripping and alive. With his catch secured, James drops to his knees and takes Drake's hefty, cut cock into his mouth. The hunger in his suction, the wide-eyed wonder on his face—they scream of a fantasy long nursed, now impossibly real. Drake savors it, lets him linger long before kneeling to repay the handsome stranger who's just turned his day electric. He works James with a foamy, relentless blowjob, suds mixing with desire. Nearby on the bench, James kneels, offering himself from behind as Drake thrusts in deep. James's face twists with a fresh, almost innocent thrill, stoking the fire hotter. He flips onto his back, their breaths coming in sharp, ragged bursts. James erupts first, painting his stomach with thick ropes of cum—a personal storm. Drake follows swift, unleashing his load across James's head and face in a hot, claiming rain.