Hayden, Holden, Paul & Sumner In Tropical Getaway 🌈

Sean Cody’s Tropical Getaway continues with a group bareback session featuring Hayden Harding, Holden Beau, Paul, and Sumner Blayne. Now this is the real magnificent four.

Recap

* The setting is now in the great outdoors, where Hayden, Sumner, Paul_ and Holden have gone for an intimate encounter on the forest floor.
* All four men express excitement and anticipation for their upcoming activities together.
* They settle under a large tree for mutual blowjobs and raw fucking.
* There are several instances of partner swapping throughout their encounter.
* Holden ends up receiving three loads during the session.

Scene Details

Under the verdant canopy of the ancient forest, the musky scent of earth and sweat mingled as Hayden, Sumner, Paul, and Holden gathered in a primal, homoerotic cluster, their anxious cocks throbbing with anticipation. The raw excitement was palpable; Holden voiced the group’s sentiments aloud, declaring this a “fucking dream-cum-true” for him.

Hayden, the self-proclaimed power bottom of the bunch, reveled in the prospect of relinquishing control. “I can’t wait to get my ass pounded by these studs,” he growled lasciviously, his words lubricating the air with desires dark and sinful.

Sumner had recently discovered the forbidden fruits of man-on-man action. An unspoken fascination consumed him as he confessed his crush on one of his costars. Today would mark the culmination of that longing. His cock strained against his zipper; he could no longer ignore his true nature. His initiation into this man-made Eden was about to unfold.

Choosing their sacred spot beneath a gargantuan tree, these sexual sinners descended upon one another in ravenous need. Lips melded with lips; Holden and Paul eagerly tasted the salty sweat of their comrades as they simultaneously engaged in a sloppy, enthusiastic kiss, all while Hayden and Sumner exchanged primal thrusts of their hips – an act that teetered on the precipice of violent debauchery.

Bodies glistened as they writhed and squirmed against each other. Hayden’s muscular back rippled under the gentle caress of sunlight filtering through the leaves above; Paul’s toned abdominals flexed as Holden greedily groped at them. As if choreographed by some depraved puppeteer, these men assumed their positions, their holes pleading for attention, and widened in anticipation. With an animalistic hunger, Sumner and Holden simultaneously plunged their cocks into the inviting orifices of their partners.

Holden, the sacrificial offering to this makeshift orgy, found himself spit-roasted between Hayden and Sumner, while Paul’s lips enveloped his swollen member with a fervor usually reserved for the holiest of rituals. The sensation was indescribable; Holden could no longer differentiate where he began and another man’s touch ended. The line separating pain and pleasure dissipated in a flurry of grunts and groans from his insatiable partners.

In rough synchronization, Hayden and Sumner withdrew their crimson-veined monoliths from Holden’s puckered flesh with a wet schlick! and repositioned themselves – Hayden plunging into Sumner’s quivering man-pussy, and Sumner taking possession of Paul’s slick hole. Holden crouched as he knelt before these voracious men, his tongue seeking solace in servicing each rock-hard phallus that offered itself. Sumner’s instinct took over as he drove his pulsating rod into Paul’s awaiting chasm with fervor bordering on derangement.

The group suddenly stumbled upon a new clearing bathed in golden light, as if beckoning them to new heights of sinful indulgence. Their eyes gleamed with malevolent glee as Holden assumed his role as the centerpiece for round two – kneeling like a penitent sinner desperate for absolution from the gods of sodomy above. His hopes and prayers were soon answered: one by one, the deities descended upon him like avenging angels; first Hayden, then Paul, roaring their primal release like a lion on the hunt. Finally, Sumner unloaded his seed onto Holden’s pleading face in a baptism of decadence and filth.

As Holden knelt there, lips parted and mouth agape in breathless ecstasy, the rich tapestry of semen painted across his face was a testament to their trespasses against nature. But no matter how much they sought reprieve from their sordid desires that afternoon under the watchful eyes of the denizens of the forest, the primal urge remained – a reminder that within each of these so-called men dwelt a carnal creature desperate to be unleashed time and time again.