Help Wanted

In the dappled light by a babbling stream, Al Parker and Jeff Turk circle each other like predators in heat. Their eyes lock, heavy with intent, as they cruise hard—bodies brushing, breaths quickening. Soon, they drop to their knees on the soft earth. Parker takes Turk's thick cock first, lips sliding down the shaft with expert suction, tongue swirling the head until Turk groans. Turk returns the favor, swallowing Parker's length deep, his mouth a warm vise that pulls moans from the rugged stud. Parker rises, his own cock and balls bound tight with a rough work boot string—veins bulging, tip weeping pre-cum. He grabs Turk's hips, positions that blond ass just right, and thrusts in hard. No mercy. He jabs deep, pounding with raw power, each slam echoing off the rocks. Turk arches, taking it all, his hole clenching around the invasion. Then Parker pulls out, flips the blond onto his back amid the ferns. He steps aside for Turk, who slides in smooth and relentless. Turk finishes him off—fucking with fierce rhythm, bodies slick with sweat, until release crashes over them both in the wild air.