California Dreamin' 2

Landon Conrad stirs awake, his cock rigid and insistent. Bearded and chiseled, his body packs hard, hairy muscle that demands your gaze—eyes darting, greedy, unsure where to settle. One hand strokes his shaft with firm intent, the other wanders from heavy balls to peaked nipples, claiming every sensitive inch in between. The bed beside him lies empty. He slips into skimpy briefs that hug his bulge and heads off, hunting for Ryan Rose. There, in the kitchen, Ryan stands in matching briefs, popping ripe berries into his mouth. He offers a few to Landon, fingers lingering. Landon seizes the moment to unravel Ryan's day. Berry juice stains his kisses—a sweet, sticky path from Ryan's lips down to his nipples, his navel, and finally his thickening cock. Ryan's hand clamps Landon's neck, guiding him down to feed him deep. Ryan's smooth torso pulses with each thrust; Landon swallows around the surges, throat working hungrily. He spins Ryan over the countertop, parts those firm cheeks, and dives in—tongue spearing the hot crack while his nose buries against Ryan's balls, inhaling their musky heat. The warmth rising from Ryan's ass stokes Landon's fire until restraint snaps. He drives into Ryan standing, then flat on his back, pounding with raw need. In a fluid reverse lunge, Landon sinks onto Ryan's cock, impaling himself fully. They rut on, slick with sweat, bodies gleaming, until their cocks erupt—pent-up seed spilling hot across fevered skin.