Adjusting his ear buds, Liam Magnuson basks in the sun, his thin blond chest hair and nipple stud glinting in the light. The bulge in his sky-blue Speedo grabs the attention of Donnie Dean, just stepping out of the pool. Donnie ambles over, bending to lick Liam’s lips and slip his tongue between them. He squeezes one of Liam’s firm pecs and runs his hand across the supple flesh, to grasp Liam’s prominent basket. Donnie squeezes and strokes Liam’s cock then he pops it out of the confines of the blue trunks and into his mouth. A vein throbs at Donnie’s temple as he struggles to swallow Liam’s meat right down to the nut sack. While Donnie hums, Liam groans, reaching for Donnie’s glutes and sliding a finger in his ass. Legs scissor and torsos flip. Now Liam has Donnie in his mouth. Donnie’s knees buckle and his furry pecs heave. He kneels and bends over, and Liam’s tongue snakes into his hole. Then his cock. They fuck like they mean it, their skin slick with sweat and tanning lotion. Donnie’s cock spurts a straight line of jism along his treasure trail; Liam flips onto his back and bastes his own pubes in pearls of cum.