Pitching Tents

Under the towering redwoods at the campground, Woody Fox strides into the outdoor showers, his muscles rippling with quiet power. The air hums with possibility. There, naked beneath the cascading water, stands Seth Santoro—broad-shouldered, unashamed. Woody's gaze locks on him. He peels off his clothes slowly, stealing glances that Seth meets with a knowing look over his shoulder. Water hisses to life in the stall beside Seth's as Woody twists the knob. He pivots, revealing his cock swelling thick and insistent. Seth lathers soap across his firm, muscled ass, the suds sliding like silk. He beckons Woody closer—to scrub his back, he says. Woody steps in from behind, his massive erection pressing urgently between Seth's cheeks. Rivulets trace their bulging forms as they turn, lips crashing in a fierce, hungry kiss. Seth drops to his knees, drawing Woody's enormous uncut cock deep into his mouth, sucking with relentless rhythm. The heat builds in Woody until he craves his turn. He spreads Seth's meaty ass wide and plunges his tongue inside, rimming with fierce devotion that leaves Seth gasping, begging silently for the next rush. They shift to a weathered bench nearby. Woody alternates—tongue teasing Seth's hole, then lips enveloping his thick shaft—drawing out moans that echo softly. Seth hoists his legs high, exposed and ready. Woody obliges, sliding his massive tool into that tight grip. He thrusts with raw command, owning every inch. Seth spins, braces against the slick shower wall, and takes it doggy-style—deep, unyielding strokes that make his body arch. Woody settles on the bench; Seth straddles him, lowering onto that rigid meat, powerful thighs pumping up and down in a hypnotic grind. Woody bucks from below, matching the frenzy. Seth's cock erupts, ropes of cum splattering in a wild release. He sinks to his knees once more, mouth open wide, catching Woody's hot load as it surges forth.