Big River

Christian Fox prowls the riverbank, eyes sharp for the legendary Big Ryker. Sunlight dances on the water, but his pulse quickens at the sight of the muscled stud lounging against a willow. Ken Ryker—tall, chiseled, radiating raw power—spots him first. A smirk curls those full lips, and before Christian can speak, strong hands grip his waist, pulling him close. The air thickens with heat. Ken's mouth claims his in a kiss that devours, tongues battling like old rivals. Christian's shirt rips open under impatient fingers; Ken's palms roam his chest, thumbs teasing nipples to stiff peaks. They drop to the soft earth, Ken's massive frame pinning him down. Jeans shoved aside, Christian's cock springs free, throbbing in the open air. Ken's expert lips wrap around it, sucking deep with a rhythm that builds fire in his veins—slow glides, then urgent flicks of tongue against the sensitive slit. He gasps, hips bucking. But Ken's appetite knows no bounds. He flips Christian onto all fours, lubes his thick shaft with spit and desire, then thrusts in—inch by relentless inch—stretching him wide. The burn twists into bliss as Ken pounds hard, one hand fisting Christian's hair, the other stroking his aching length in perfect sync. Sweat slicks their bodies; grunts echo over the river's murmur. Ken's stamina is endless, angles shifting to hit that sweet spot again and again, drawing out cries Christian didn't know he could make. Finally, with a guttural roar, Ken fills him, hot seed spilling deep. Christian erupts in his grip, spent and shattered, tasting the truth of Ryker's insatiable hunger firsthand.