Wildfire

Ranger Justin Dragon crouches by the flickering campfire, his voice low and steady as he demonstrates the art of survival—how to spark a flame, how to huddle close when the night bites. Young city boys Hans Ebson and Christian Taylor, all lean muscle and wide-eyed hunger, lean in tight. They grasp every word, every motion, their bodies brushing against his with deliberate heat. Justin feels their eagerness pulse like the fire's glow. Hans drops a hand to Justin's thigh, fingers tracing the denim seam. Christian mirrors him, lips parting in a silent dare. Soon, clothes shed like unnecessary layers, skin meets skin under the vast, star-pricked sky. Justin guides them, his rough palms mapping their smooth torsos, teaching the rhythm of thrusts that chase away the chill. Hans gasps as Justin's cock slides deep, filling him with urgent purpose. Christian watches, stroking himself hard, then joins, his mouth claiming Justin's length while Hans rides the wave. They switch, bodies slick and entangled, moans echoing through the pines—a raw lesson in satisfaction, wild and unyielding.