Dereck Flake and Tyson Myers

Dereck Flake kneels over Tyson Myers on a blue tarp, his tongue deep in the other’s asshole while Myers grips his own cock, thick and flushed. The grass crunches under bare feet as fingers probe and mouths seal around throats, the air thick with the wet sounds of sucking and the raw, unprotected thrust of bareback. Tyson’s hands dig into Flake’s hips, pulling him closer as the standing man’s breath comes fast, his own cock slick with spit and need. No barriers, no hesitation, just the hot, messy press of two bodies moving together.