The Big Ones

Jack Dillon, all rippling muscle and quiet intensity, casts his line into the shimmering lake, the rod flexing like a promise. But instead of trout or bass, he reels in Karl Thomas—a lean, athletic jock, shirtless and sun-kissed, his body dripping from the water, eyes wide with surprise and a spark of mischief. Dillon hauls him aboard the boat, their gazes locking in the humid air. Back at the rustic cabin, shadows dancing from the firelight, Dillon wastes no time. He guides Karl to his knees, unzipping with deliberate slowness, revealing his thick, throbbing bait. The jock's lips part eagerly, taking it deep, tongue swirling as Dillon grips his hair, filling that hot, willing mouth until it's stretched and slick with need.