Fire Island Fuckfest, part 2

Roman Todd and his tattooed partner stand on a weathered wooden deck, their smooth, dark-haired bodies glistening as the shallow waves lap against their legs. One grips the other’s hips while his tongue traces the tight ring, while the other works his fingers deep inside, fingers slick with salt and need. The air smells of sun and salt as the first thick pulse hits the back of his throat, then the second takes him hard against the deck, his own cock buried deep in return.