The Other Side Of Aspen I

Snow swirls outside the cabin window, blanketing the world in white silence. Jeff Turk stands there, breath fogging the glass, eyes locked on the raw heat unfolding inside. Dick Fisk pins Chad Benson against the fur-draped wall, their bodies slamming together with urgent rhythm—sweat-slick skin sliding, cocks grinding hard and bare. No rubber between them, just the primal thrust of flesh into flesh, Dick's thick shaft plunging deep into Chad's willing ass, pulling moans that echo like thunder. Chad arches, fingers clawing at Dick's back, legs wrapped tight as the fire crackles beside them. The scene ignites Jeff's blood; his pants tent with a stiff ache, cock throbbing against denim, jealous and alive in the cold.