Tahoe - Snow Plowed

A steaming shower washes away Tahoe's biting cold, and Angel Rock lets his mind wander, fingers teasing his body beneath the cascade. He pinches his nipples sharp, trails over his taut belly, kneads his hairy chest, then grips his cock. It rises from a thicket of dark curls, wrist-thick and hooded in sheer foreskin that he peels back and forth with lazy strokes. A soft sigh pulls him from reverie; he snags a towel and steps out—straight into Brandon Jones. Seizing the moment, Brandon rips away the bulging fabric and lifts Angel effortlessly into his arms. Still dressed, he drops to his knees and takes the offering. Angel guides him, thumb and finger ringed around the base, feeding the foreskin over the swollen head until it vanishes beneath. Brandon loses himself in it, snatching that plump salami for a deeper taste. In the bedroom, Brandon sheds his layers: long-limbed and sleek, not a spare ounce anywhere. Angel zeros in on his ass, tongue darting and twisting like a corkscrew until Brandon bucks and moans in bliss. The heat boils over as Brandon sprawls face-down on the sheets. Angel mounts him, plunging deep from on high, and Brandon counters with frantic urgency, his endless thighs coiling like powerful springs to drive them harder. Their frenzy erupts in shuddering jets of release, leaving them spent and tangled.