Bronze Bobby Hart and lean Cal Skye lie head-to-toe on a two-man raft, each fondling the bursting crotch of the other's swim trunks. Cal has long limbs, rosy cheeks and a 5 o'clock shadow. Bobby exudes Latin lover, with thick black hair and skin the color of walnuts. Like horny buddies exploring their sexuality, they expose their cocks and stroke each other. Bobby's cock gets so big, so fast that Cal has to lean over for a closer look. The hunger is overwhelming, and Cal impales his face with Bobby's staff. They strip off their trunks in unison, then Cal resumes sucking. His own dick is dripping wet and leaves trails of pre-cum across Bobby's flat tummy. They sixty-nine on the water and Cal spreads Bobby's brown buns and teases the moist center with his tongue. Cal's balls bounce and glisten as they ricochet off Bobby's lips on the down-stroke of his deepthroating. They kiss when they leave the pool and choose a planter to fuck on. Cal is the bottom, and the flush on his cheeks spreads to his neck and chest as Bobby drills him deeper and faster. Heavy meat slapping a hungry ass sounds like applause. When Bobby's cock starts to shoot, it just keeps coming, and Cal ups the ante by coating the lens of the camera with his spooge.