Aiden Borg is stretched out on a sun bed by the pool, the afternoon heat making his skin glisten. His loose shorts ride low on his hips, his chest slowly rising and falling with every breath. Just behind him, Kane Archer is seated with a paperback in hand, legs crossed, pretending to read—though his eyes occasionally drift over the top edge of the book, clearly aware of Aiden’s body on display.

Aiden checks over his shoulder. Kane seems absorbed, so he lets his curiosity take over. He slips a hand into his shorts, fishing out his thick cock, already semi-hard from the teasing thoughts running through his mind. He wraps his fingers around the shaft and begins to stroke, slowly, methodically, his lips parting slightly as he gives in to the building pressure.

Kane notices. His book lowers. His expression shifts from surprise to arousal as he watches Aiden openly jerk himself in the sun. Without a word, Kane stands and walks over, planting himself behind Aiden and unzipping his own shorts. Stroking himself, he leans in and mutters, “Let me taste it.”

Aiden grins and shifts his hips, giving Kane access. Kane wraps his lips around the head of Aiden’s cock, then takes him deep, letting the fat shaft slide all the way down his throat. Wet slurps fill the quiet air as Aiden groans, running a hand through Kane’s hair.

They pull off their shirts, revealing their lean, defined torsos. Aiden’s abs flex as Kane sucks him with intensity, his balls tightening with every pull. Then Aiden shifts, pulling Kane onto the sun bed with him. They slide into a 69, mouths full, cocks hard and throbbing. Aiden grips Kane’s tight cheeks, spreading them slightly as he eats out his hole—wet, eager, driving Kane wild.

Kane’s moaning now, barely able to focus on Aiden’s cock in his mouth. “Fuck me,” he begs, flipping over onto all fours.

Aiden spits on his hand, lubes himself up, and lines up behind him. He teases the twink’s pink hole with his tongue once more, then presses his fat cock against the entrance. With a slow push, he slides in. Kane gasps—half moan, half breathless groan—as Aiden fills him up, balls smacking against his ass with every thrust.

They fuck hard. Aiden holds Kane’s hips tight, slamming into his hole with a rhythm that makes Kane drip precum onto the lounger. But soon Kane wants to ride. He climbs into Aiden’s lap, facing him, and slowly lowers himself onto the thick shaft, inch by inch. He bounces, gripping Aiden’s shoulders, working his own cock with one hand while he takes every thrust with hungry moans.

Eventually, he switches again—lying on his back, legs up, hole exposed and ready. Aiden pounds into him with deep, wet thrusts, and Kane starts to lose it. His body tenses, cock spurting thick ropes of cum across his smooth belly.

Aiden isn’t far behind. He pulls out, climbs up, and feeds Kane every drop of his hot load right into his open mouth. Kane swallows greedily, licking him clean, not wasting a drop.

He leans in for a kiss, but Aiden dodges with a grin. Kane laughs, grabs him playfully, and pulls them both into the pool with a splash.

The water’s colder than expected. They come up laughing, gasping, and make a quick dash into the house—still dripping, still hard, and far from done.