Escape

Brandon Lewis couldn't tear his gaze from Marcus Mojo, the young stud bathed in a ceaseless cascade. Water sluiced over Marcus's chiseled frame, turning every ridge and valley into a slick, shining invitation. Brandon just stared, hand wrapped around his own hardening length, stroking with urgent rhythm. Moments later, their mouths crashed together beneath the deluge, bodies pressing close—toned chests grinding, heat cutting through the chill spray. Craving deeper, Brandon dropped to his knees, lips parting to take Marcus's swollen cock, sucking with greedy pulls that drew low groans. Marcus fired back, engulfing Brandon's thick rod down his throat, tongue swirling over those heavy balls in teasing flicks. Lust swallowed them whole. Brandon positioned Marcus against the rock, sliding his cock into that tight ass with a slow, insistent thrust—each plunge pulling sharp gasps and shudders from his partner. Marcus took control next, impaling himself on Brandon's shaft, riding with fierce bucks that slapped wet skin against skin. Brandon matched the pace, hips snapping faster, friction building like a storm. Side by side at last, they gripped themselves, pumping to the edge. Marcus bellowed, ropes of cum erupting from his clenched fist. Brandon followed with a torrent even bigger, the sight sparking shared laughter—breathless, sated, utterly spent.