What We Do Under the Sun: Gabe Bradshaw & Magic Mike Hung

Gabe Bradshaw lounges by the pool, his eyes locked on Magic Mike Hung, his stepdad, whose sculpted, nude form glistens under the sun. Gabe’s hand strokes his cock, fantasies running wild. Mike catches the show, smirking as he stretches lazily on his towel, his thick, flaccid cock heavy against his thigh. “Like what you see?” Mike teases, voice low.

Gabe freezes, but Mike closes the gap, towering over him. “You’ve been watching me a long time, kid,” Mike murmurs, gripping Gabe’s chin. “Think you can handle the real thing?” Gabe nods, breathless.

Mike pulls him up, their lips crashing together in a primal kiss. Hands roam—Mike’s calloused fingers digging into Gabe’s ass, Gabe’s palms tracing Mike’s abs. Mike spins him, bending Gabe over a lounge chair. “First time?” he growls. “Been dreaming about this cock, haven’t you?”

Gabe whimpers as Mike’s lubed fingers probe his hole, stretching him slow. Then, Mike’s thick head presses against him, pushing past tight rings. Gabe gasps, Mike’s hand clamping over his mouth. “Shh, neighbors,” he warns, driving deeper until fully seated.

Mike’s thrusts build—rough, deliberate, his hips slapping against Gabe’s ass. Gabe’s cock drips, trapped between his body and the chair. “Come for me,” Mike demands, fingers twisting Gabe’s nipple as his prostate gets pummeled. Gabe erupts, cum splattering the wood. Mike follows, groaning as he floods Gabe’s ass, his grip tightening on Gabe’s waist.