The Farmer's Son

Erik Rhodes pulls up to the garage, expecting a quick fix, but Jason Adonis delivers the blow: parts need ordering, days of downtime ahead. Erik's frustration simmers. Jason, ever the smooth operator, offers compensation with a sly grin—his tight hole, ripe for the taking. They slip behind the shop to Erik's truck bed, the summer sun beating down like a relentless lover. Jason drops his pants, bends over the tailgate. Erik dives in, tongue tracing the firm cheeks, rimming deep and thorough, savoring the salty tang of sweat and skin. Jason moans, arches back, demanding more. Satisfied, Erik stands, his huge uncut cock throbbing hard. Jason straddles him, lowers slowly onto that thick shaft, inch by gripping inch, until he's fully impaled. The two muscle gods thrust together, bodies slick and straining under the scorching heat, a historic clash of raw power and desire too blistering to ignore.