Tahoe - Snow Packed

Every man relishes stroking himself when he's bare. In those moments, he's ripe for the taking, seduction slipping in like a secret. That's Ray Diaz's ploy to claim Trystan Bull. Handsome, clean-cut, with liquid brown eyes and a wrestler's chiseled frame, Trystan doesn't suspect Ray's hunger for him. Fresh from Tahoe's icy slopes, he craves a steaming bath to chase the cold. Who wouldn't close his eyes, savor the slow, soapy pull of his hand along his shaft? Ray lurks just out of sight, towel knotted low, drinking in the sight. Trystan's cock stands rigid, his abs gleam like a ski run, and that bubble butt rises high and firm. When Ray steps into view, Trystan's too far gone to refuse. He asks Ray to hold on while he rinses, then meet him in bed. Ray zeros in on his prize: that thick cock buried in his ass. The second Trystan's cheeks hit the sheets, Ray impales himself, hole swallowing Trystan's upright length. He rides at every pace, twists through angles sharp and deep, grinds with fierce intensity until his prostate throbs raw. They shift to standing, bodies locked tight, then drop to missionary. Cum erupts in twin jets, drenching them both.