Wildfire

Horny Lindon Hawk grins wickedly at Emilio Santos, Brett Wilde, and Joe Foster, his eyes gleaming with mischief under the dim campfire glow. 'Watch this,' he says, voice low and teasing. He knows their sticks—thick, rigid, pulsing with heat—hold the spark they all crave. In a pinch, Lindon works them masterfully. He grips Emilio's first, stroking slow and firm until friction builds, a flame igniting deep in the shaft. Brett's next; Lindon twists and pumps, drawing out gasps that echo like crackling wood. Joe's throbs under his touch, Lindon rubbing relentlessly, coaxing embers to life. Soon, their sticks erupt—hot spurts of seed fanning out, warming every inch of the lusty campers' bare skin. Lindon leans back, satisfied, as the fire roars, bodies entwined in the afterglow.