Into The Woods
2020·20 min·91% liked·19.1K Views
Out on a solitary hike through the winding trails, Jeremy London stumbles upon a sight that stops him cold: Derek Thibeau, that inked-up Adonis, peeling off his clothes at a secluded campsite. Jeremy ducks into the underbrush, eyes locked as Derek sheds every layer, baring his sculpted form to the open air. The stud steps under a makeshift shower, water cascading over his taut muscles, turning his skin into a sun-kissed sheen that begs to be touched.
Jeremy's hand drifts to his shorts, rubbing the growing ache as he drinks in the view—Derek's body slick and steaming, every ripple catching the light like liquid gold. When Derek finally grabs a towel and dries off, rough fabric grazing firm planes, Jeremy shifts. A twig snaps underfoot. Busted.
But Derek just grins, motioning him over. No words needed. Jeremy steps into the clearing, drops to his knees, and wraps his lips around that uncut cock, already beading with promise. He sucks hard, tongue swirling, drawing out a deep hum from Derek's throat. The shaft thickens fast in his mouth, pulsing against Jeremy's cheeks—he fights to swallow deeper, inch by stubborn inch, until his nose brushes those coarse hairs.
Derek craves the real heat. He hauls Jeremy up, spins him toward a sturdy tree, and presses in raw, no barriers, just skin claiming skin. Jeremy arches back, fingers digging into his own cheeks, spreading wide for the full, unyielding thrust. They tumble into the tent, shadows dancing on canvas walls. Jeremy straddles him then, sinking down onto that rigid fuck stick, riding with a rhythm that steals breaths.
One final shift: Jeremy on his back, legs splayed, surrendering every ounce of control. Derek drives in deep, relentless, owning the tight grip of that hole. Jeremy's hand flies to his own cock, stroking furiously until ropes of cum splatter across his abs, hot and sticky. Still ravenous, he begs with his eyes. Derek pulls out, drags him into the sunlight, and unleashes—thick, pearly streams coating the bearded stud's face, marking him in salty triumph.













