Diving Into His Ass: Siren Santiago & Rocky Unleashed

In Diving Into His Ass, Rocky Unleashed dives deep, not only into the pool, but also into Siren Santiago’s hole. If you like more intensity and passion, this wet session by the pool is sure to please.

Rocky’s afternoon starts with sunlit serenity, a hardback novel in one hand, a sweating glass of bourbon in the other. The pool’s surface glimmers like shattered glass until Siren’s wiry frame rockets off the edge, cannonballing with chaotic glee. Water arcs skyward, drenching Rocky’s pages into a pulpy mess. “The fuck, Santiago?” he growls, tossing the ruined book aside as chlorinated droplets slide down his aviators.

Siren surfaces grinning, droplets clinging to his septum ring, but the smirk dies when Rocky’s hands clamp around his waist. He’s hauled onto the concrete like a caught fish, squirming as Rocky’s thumb brushes the waistband of his swim shorts. “Apologize,” the top demands, voice low enough to vibrate in Siren’s bones. Instead of words, Siren’s knees hit the tile, fingers working Rocky’s zipper with practiced urgency.

The heat of the day dissolves into the wet suction of Siren’s mouth, Rocky’s fingers tangled in damp curls, keeping rhythm. When he flips the bottom over, it’s not gentle. Calloused palms spread Siren’s cheeks as Rocky’s tongue licks a stripe up his spine to his hole, teasing until the smaller man’s back arches like a drawn bow. “Still think splashing me was funny?” Rocky murmurs against his skin, blunt fingers pressing into the knuckle.

They move like a storm, Siren riding him with sharp gasps, nails carving half-moons into Rocky’s shoulders before being hoisted airborne, legs locked around the top’s torso as each pistoning thrust slaps skin on skin. The lounge chair creaks when Rocky slams him down again, pace brutal now, Siren’s choked pleas swallowed by the top’s mouth.

In the pool, water ripples around them as Rocky drives home, Siren’s choked sob echoing off the tiles when he spills inside him. Later, under the dying sun, Siren’s own release stripes his stomach as Rocky watches, cigarette dangling from smirk-bitten lips.