Ron Negba & Peter Polloc

Ron Negba’s beard brushes against Peter Polloc’s neck as he shoves a wedge of watermelon into his mouth, the sweet juice dripping down his chin while Polloc’s fingers dig into his ass, spreading him open. The poolside chairs creak under their weight as Negba takes over, his tongue tracing Polloc’s hole before he pulls back to lap at the sticky mess between his thighs. Watermelon seeds scatter across the table as Polloc turns, his smooth back arched under Negba’s greedy mouth, the air thick with the sound of wet slurping and the occasional pop of flesh hitting flesh.