Ty Roderick Plows Dieter Wolfe

Ty Roderick was floating in the pool, water glistening on the tattoos covering his arms, when Dieter Wolfe appeared. Dieter’s bearded jaw was set, his gaze direct as he watched Ty Roderick. It was impossible to miss the thick outline of Ty’s cock straining against his wet trunks. In answer, Dieter Wolfe slid a hand into his jeans, his own erection solid in his grip. A slow smirk spread across Ty Roderick’s face. He liked Dieter’s boldness. Standing in the shallow end, Ty Roderick peeled off his bathing suit, offering his full, hard body to Dieter Wolfe’s hungry stare. They stroked themselves, a silent, charged conversation, until the space between Dieter and Ty disappeared. Their mouths met with greedy urgency, leading to a deep, powerful coupling that left them both breathless.