Jake spotted the guy flailing in the flash rip, waves slamming him sideways like the ocean wanted to swallow him whole. He paddled hard on his board, cut through the current, and yanked the stranger onto it.
"Hold the fuck on," Jake growled, muscles burning as he fought the pull. The guyRyan, he gasped out between coughsclung to him, wet board shorts riding low on his hips, ass pressed tight against Jake's crotch from the rescue grip.
They made it to shore gasping, sand scraping their skin. Ryan's body was lean and hard from whatever gym he hit, chest heaving, nipples tight from the cold water. Jake's cock was already half-hard from the contact, thick and obvious in his trunks. "You owe me," Jake said, voice rough, eyes locked on the bulge in Ryan's shorts. Ryan didn't argue. He followed Jake straight to the beach shack, door slamming behind them.
Ryan dropped to his knees the second they were inside. "Fuck, thank you," he muttered, yanking Jake's trunks down. Jake's cock sprang out, heavy and veined, head already slick. Ryan didn't hesitatehe opened wide and took it deep, throat working, spit dripping down Jake's balls. Jake grabbed his hair and thrust, fucking his mouth raw. "That's it, suck that dick like you mean it." Ryan gagged but kept going, tongue lapping the underside, hands squeezing Jake's ass.
Jake pulled him up, spun him around, and ripped the wet shorts off. Ryan's ass was firm and pale, hole tight and pink. Jake spat on his fingers and shoved two in, stretching him fast and dirty. Ryan moaned, pushing back. "More, fuck me already." Jake lined up his cock and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. Ryan's hole clenched around him like a fist, hot and slick from spit. Jake pounded him against the wall, hips snapping, skin slapping loud. "Take that cock, yeah, you're so fucking tight."
They moved to the floor. Jake flipped Ryan onto his back, hooked his legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in. Ryan's own cock bounced against his stomach, leaking pre-cum. Jake wrapped a hand around it and stroked rough in time with his thrusts. "Gonna fill this ass," he grunted. Ryan came first, shooting ropes across his chest, hole pulsing. Jake followed, burying deep and unloading, cum flooding out around his cock when he pulled free.
They lay there panting, sweat and sand and cum mixing on their skin. Jake rolled Ryan onto his side and slid back in slow this time, holding him close, cock still hard. "Not done with you," he whispered against Ryan's ear, starting to fuck him again, deeper, dirtier, building to another load. Ryan pushed back, moaning for more, the flash rip outside forgotten as the real current pulled them under.
