Steam Heat

Deep in the whispering woods, rugged timber man Don Talon stumbles upon a tent aglow with the flicker of a struggling fire. Inside, two slender 19-year-olds—Jeff Carson and Skip Wilson—fumble with matches, their lithe bodies tangled in the throes of sex. Laughter mixes with gasps as they grind against each other, oblivious to the world outside. Talon, all butch muscle and furry chest, a built force of nature, pushes aside the flap. His eyes lock on their slick, sweat-sheened skin. He takes control. Rough hands grip Jeff first, flipping him onto all fours. Talon thrusts deep, claiming him with powerful strokes that echo the snap of dry branches. Skip watches, breath hitching, until Talon pulls him close, guiding his mouth down. Then he bends Skip over too, pounding relentlessly, their moans blending with the night air. Talon fucks them both, hard and unyielding, bodies slick and shuddering. A lesson etched in heat: play with fire, and you'll get burned—deliciously.