There’s something about yet another daytime hookup that makes every touch feel electric…the sun paints golden streaks across tanned skin, as hands explore what’s hidden beneath tight briefs. This was supposed to be a lazy afternoon—just two guys hanging out. But then fingers traced the waistband of my shorts, and suddenly, the only thing either of us could think about was peeling them off. Slow at first… teasing. Letting the fabric cling before you tugged it down, revealing what really gets hard from the summer’s sun. The way you looked at me—like you wanted to taste the salt on my skin—made my cock throb before you even touched it. Then your mouth was on me, hot and greedy, swallowing me whole as I arched into the warmth. Your tongue knew exactly where to press, and the sounds you made… fuck, I’ll never forget them. When I pushed you onto your back, the sunlight hit your body just right—every muscle tense, your briefs strained around your dick, begging to be freed. I didn’t make you wait. What followed was a blur of skin, sweat, and desperate noises. Hips grinding, hands gripping, the smack of flesh as I took you deeper—both of us too lost in the heat to care who might hear. And when we finally came, pure fucking bliss. Your load painted my abs, proof that daylight hookups hit differently.