Big Timber

In the creaking hush of a mountain shack, Jerek's hand moves with urgent rhythm over his hardening cock. Sweat beads on his skin as memories flood him—Joe Foster's lusty punishment, raw and unrelenting. He grips tighter, stroking faster, lost in the heat of it all. Those environmentalists, their fierce eyes; the endangered black falcon, wings slicing the wild sky. He won't forget them. Not soon. Not ever. His breath hitches, release building like a storm.