Caio Rodrigues Finds Out Why Big Rod Got His Name

Caio Rodrigues has doubts about why Big Rod chose this name for his nickname, but when he sees his cock, he realizes exactly what he’s going to be dealing with. Don’t worry about him, the rod may be big, but Caio knows exactly where it fits.

Caio Rodrigues locks eyes on the massive rod escaping Big Rod’s robe and drops to his knees without hesitation. His lips stretch around the girth, his throat convulsing as he swallows the uncut length, precum leaking down his chin. Big Rod groans, gripping Caio’s head, but doesn’t linger—yanking him upright and into the walk-in shower, the glass doors fogging instantly.

Inside, Rod reverses their dynamic, pressing Caio against the tiles. His tongue dives into Caio’s crack, rimming him roughly before replacing it with his cock. No lube, no warning—just the blunt force of Rod’s thick, bushy shaft splitting Caio open. Caio’s hands slap the glass, his body arching as Rod pistons into him, the water’s spray mixing with their sweat and moans.

Rod’s grip shifts, yanking Caio onto his back on the shower floor. He repositions, driving in deeper, his balls swinging with every thrust. Caio’s cock bounces wildly, precum smearing the tiles as Rod flips him again—doggy style, then missionary, then standing bent over the shower ledge. Each position intensifies the brutal rhythm, Caio’s hole stretched and gaping, Rod’s cock relentless.

The climax hits like a freight train. Caio’s back arches, his cum exploding across the shower wall in thick ropes. Rod doesn’t stop—pulls out, jacks himself furiously as Caio drops to his knees, tongue out to catch the first jet. Rod’s cock jerks violently, unloading thick, milky streams into Caio’s mouth, over his face, down his throat. Caio swallows greedily, his lips sealed around the head to milk every drop.