Alpine Wood - Part 1

Ricky Decker lingers at the breakfast table, the last one there. It pays off. Landon Conrad strolls in, hunting for a bite, but Ricky's tan, muscular buns steal the show. Landon squeezes. He slaps. Then he yanks down those sweatpants and plunges his tongue deep into the tight hole. Ricky bucks wildly, nearly skidding across the table—until Landon's strong hand clamps onto his balls, holding him steady. Ricky's already eaten, but he welcomes the extra treat: a thick, hard cock sliding down his throat. Now fully naked, their bodies press skin to skin, slick and urgent. These studs could make anyone drool. Landon's hairy pecs bulge, rock-hard and pumped like never before. Ricky's smooth, meaty ass taunts Landon, begging for it. One long, fluid thrust, and Ricky's fully impaled, stretched wide. Breakfast scents fade, overtaken by the sharp tang of sweat and raw desire. 'Oh, fuck,' they groan. 'Oh my god.' The words echo through the room. Landon leaps onto a bench, pounding Ricky's ass like a relentless jackhammer. He flips him onto his back and drills deeper still. Ricky's belly gleams, slick with lube and pre-cum. They pull apart at last, fists flying over their cocks, ropes of cum splattering their heaving chests.