Boy's trip, part 2

Jay Seabrook lies sprawled on the red-cushioned couch, his dark hair slicked back as Johnny Hunter kneels between his thighs, tongue tracing the tight ring before slipping a finger inside. The lean, light-haired man grips Seabrook’s hips hard, his own cock already slick with pre-cum as he works the smooth, muscular body into a frenzy, bareback, with no barrier between them. The pool’s reflected glow cuts across their skin as Hunter’s mouth seals over Seabrook’s cock, teeth scraping just enough to make him gasp, while fingers dive deeper, teasing the prostate.