Alpine Wood - Part 1

The crisp mountain air from their hike lingers in their lungs as Angel Rock and Nick Sterling sink into the steaming bathtub, bodies heating up fast. Matching chin beards frame their faces, beefy frames and torsos dusted with dark hair press close. Their kiss deepens, hungry. Angel's fat cock throbs erect, slapping insistent demands against Nick's skin, stealing the spotlight in the sudsy water. Nick parts his lips wide, takes Angel's thick column deep into his mouth. His throat bulges and tightens with each swallow, then eases only to grip again, relentless rhythm. Angel reaches down, twists Nick's nipples like knobs cranking the fire higher, sending sparks through them both. He spins Nick around with a firm hand, eyes on those firm buns. Angel dives in, tongue lashing and probing until saliva glistens everywhere, slick invitation. Nick gasps sharp as Angel rises, positions himself, and thrusts his cock inside—deep, claiming. They give in to the rhythm, water splashing wild in two heated positions, bodies locked tight. Orgasm builds like a storm; Angel pulls back, slumps over the tub's edge. He unleashes thick gobs of cum, ropes spilling down Nick's lips and chin. With lazy strokes, Angel smears it across Nick's face, cock painting the mess as Nick's own release erupts hot across his stomach. They lean in for a kiss, slick and salty with Angel's seed.