California Dreamin' 1

Liam Magnuson adjusts his earbuds, soaking up the sun. His sparse blond chest hair catches the light, along with the silver glint of his nipple stud. The generous swell in his sky-blue Speedo draws Donnie Dean's eye as he emerges from the pool, water still dripping from his skin. Donnie saunters over, leans in, and traces his tongue across Liam's lips before pushing it inside for a deeper taste. His hand claims one of Liam's taut pecs, fingers kneading the firm muscle, then trails down to grip the bulging pouch. Donnie massages Liam's thickening cock through the fabric, strokes it firm and deliberate. With a quick tug, he frees it—plump and eager—before wrapping his lips around the head and sliding down. A vein pulses at Donnie's temple as he works to take every inch, right to the base. He hums low, vibrations buzzing through Liam, who groans and arches up, his hand finding Donnie's round glutes. A finger slips into that tight heat. Their legs tangle, bodies twist in a heated scramble. Suddenly, Liam's on top, his mouth engulfing Donnie's length. Donnie's knees wobble; his hairy chest rises and falls in ragged breaths. He drops to his knees, bends forward, offering himself. Liam's tongue darts in first, probing deep, then his cock follows—thick and insistent. They rut with raw intent, bodies slick with sweat and oil, slapping together in the sun's glare. Donnie comes first, his cock jerking a clean arc of semen up his fuzzy trail. Liam rolls onto his back, hand flying over his shaft until he spills pearly ropes across his own pubes.