Grillo is out on the patio, applying suntan lotion to every exposed inch of his luscious brown body.  The growing lump in his skimpy swimming trunks tells us he’s enjoying himself.  Poolboy Lucas has been taking in the show.  When he approaches to get a closer look, Grillo is all over him, rubbing his hard, lean body so he’s tenting his trunks too—and what a formidable pole it is!  Grillo goes to his knees to free it and give it the kind or oral adoration it deserves.  Before long Lucas is flat on his back on the deck and Grillo is sitting on the poolboy’s tool, taking it down to the balls, riding it up and down.  When he throws his head back, he and Lucas exchange a sensuous kiss.  But after the passion ratchets up, Lucas bends Grillo over a chair and hammers his sweet azz as hard and fast as his slamming hips will go.   Grillo cries out—in Portuguese and in the universal language of lust—over and over until things are about to explode.  With Grillo on his knees, Lucas unloads rope after rope of jizz. Grateful Grillo takes the poolboy’s big sloppy cock into his still-hungry mouth.