Mountain Tops Part 2

Brad Foxx and Randy Dixon haul their picnic cooler deep into the woods, but hunger strikes first for each other. Nothing beats the rush of stripping bare under the open sky—especially with another naked man beside you, both cocks rigid and aching. Brad's thick shaft throbs, ready, its heavy sack swollen to match Randy's fist, which pumps steadily while Randy's mouth engulfs him. Brad thrusts deep into that warm throat, his balls swelling fuller, dangling loose under Randy's relentless grip. Randy, ever greedy for more, claims new ground: he parts Brad's cheeks, revealing a pink pucker framed in soft hairs. Clutching those massive balls, Randy probes with his tongue as each man strokes himself now, urgent and slick. The cooler doubles as their makeshift altar for the fuck. Hands wander over taut muscles and carved lines as Brad drives in. His cock challenges Randy's hole, prying it open wider than before, while Randy's abs clench in a fierce rhythm, powering each solid plunge. A thick vein throbs along Brad's forearm; he peels off the condom and unleashes a fierce spray of cum, ropes arcing far to splatter Randy's chest. Randy answers with his own heavy release, thick and hot.