Pitching Tents

Beneath the towering redwoods, Casey Everett wrestles with his stubborn camping tent, poles twisting like uncooperative lovers. Ryan Rose watches, a smirk playing on his lips, amusement lighting his eyes. Casey shoots him a glare. 'You think this is funny?' Ryan saunters over to help, but the task unravels fast. Casey's gaze snags on the thick bulge tenting Ryan's shorts, distraction pulling him like gravity. They slip into the cool shade of ancient trunks. Casey drops to his knees, mouth watering as he engulfs Ryan's rigid cock in one hungry swallow. Deep, wet gulps follow—saliva coating every inch, slicking the shaft for an unrelenting blowjob that leaves Ryan groaning. Ryan's hands roam, drawn to Casey's firm, rounded ass. He spits onto the tight pucker, works a finger inside with teasing precision, stretching and probing. Then his tongue dives in, lapping and sucking at Casey's hole, devouring it until Casey's body quivers, begging for more. Eager now, Casey braces as Ryan slams his cock home, pounding with raw athletic power—each thrust deep, deliberate, making Casey feel every veined ridge. Ryan's chiseled muscles flex in hypnotic rhythm, driving his dick relentlessly into that clenched heat. They shift: Casey rolls onto his back, straddling Ryan's hips, riding hard as Ryan bucks up from below, hips snapping like a piston. Casey spins for reverse cowboy, his own cock slapping wildly against his abs while he impales himself on Ryan's thick meat. Ryan hoists him up, deposits him on the picnic table—ideal height for merciless fucking, legs splayed wide. Buried deep, Casey fists his cock, stroking furiously until ropes of hot white cum arc across his taut stomach. Ryan pulls out, grips his pulsing shaft, and unloads—thick semen splattering Casey's spent cock and balls in sticky triumph. As the sun dips low, painting the woods in golden hues, they melt into a fierce, lingering kiss amid the wild beauty.