Poolside Ink and Speedo Heat

The sun baked the grass as he stood there, arms folded across his ripped, tattooed chest, those electric blue speedos clinging to every ridge of his V-line and the fat pouch underneath. Blondish hair cropped short, blue eyes piercing right through me like he owned the whole damn resort. My pulse hammered—shit, just spotting him by the lime-green bungalow made my red floral trunks tent up. I stepped closer, barefoot on the warm lawn, chest puffed, my own tats glistening with sweat, feeling his gaze drop to my thickening cock print.

We didn’t need words. His smirk said it all. Minutes later, door slammed shut in that airy bedroom with gauzy white curtains billowing, lamp glowing soft. I dropped to my knees on the hardwood, heart slamming, yanking down his speedos. His thick, veiny cock sprang free, slapping my bearded cheek, musky scent hitting me like a drug—salty pre-cum already beading at the slit. “Fuck yeah, worship it,” he growled, fingers twisting in my dark hair as I gripped the base, thumbing his heavy balls. I leaned in, tongue swirling the head, savoring that bitter tang while my own dick throbbed untouched in my trunks.

He hauled me up, shoved me onto the crisp white sheets. “Spread for me, bro.” Legs hoisted high, ankles by my ears, I was exposed—ass cheeks parting, hole winking in the humid air. He grinned wickedly, grabbing my foot, sucking my big toe deep into his hot mouth, teeth grazing the pad while his free hand pumped my leaking cock. “Taste so fuckin’ good,” he mumbled around it, his beard scraping my sole, sending electric jolts straight to my nuts. Sweat dripped from his inked pits, mixing with my own pooling in my crack. I moaned, bucking, “Shit, man, eat my toes while you stroke me—gonna cum already.”

But he wasn’t done teasing. Switched hands, fisting both our cocks together now, his massive meat grinding against mine, foreskins slick-sliding in the pre. His other hand delved lower, thumb circling my pucker, dipping in knuckle-deep. “This greedy hole’s begging.” Vulnerability hit me hard—eyes locked on his intense face, feeling owned yet safe in his grip. He spat on my rim, worked two fingers in, stretching me with a burn that made stars burst. “Ready for the real thing?”

Lined up, bare and raw, he sank in slow—inch by throbbing inch splitting my ring, filling me till his pubes ground my ass. Wet slaps echoed as he pounded missionary, my legs pinned wide, toes curling in his mouth again. “Take it, fucktoy,” he grunted, sweat flying, balls smacking mine. I clawed his tattooed back, ass clenching his girth, chasing that edge. Built to frenzy—his cock swelled, then erupted, hot ropes flooding my guts, creampie spilling out as he kept thrusting.

Collapsed in afterglow, his weight pinning me, cum leaking down my crack… but then his phone buzzed on the nightstand—his buddy from the pool arriving for round two.