Roughin' It

Tony Capucci stumbles through the woods, stark naked except for his baseball cap clutched over his cock. He trudges toward the cabin, but ends up at a neighboring campsite, startling Trent Davis. 'Got any shorts?' Tony asks, his muscled frame gleaming in the dappled light. Trent eyes the buff stranger like a fox spotting prey and strikes a deal. Tony grins. 'I'll give you the fuck of your life.' Trent drops to his knees without a word, his mouth devouring every thick, pulsing inch of Tony's shaft. He savors it like forbidden fruit, tongue swirling, lips tight. Then, the eager host flips Tony around, buries his face in that firm ass, and rims him deep—tongue probing, circling, drawing ragged pants from Tony's throat. Pleasure coils tight. Trent climbs onto Tony's lap next, guiding that massive rod inside him. He sinks down slow, then bucks wild, hips grinding in a frenzy of heat and friction. They shift: sideways, Tony thrusting deep while Trent arches back; from behind, pounding relentless into that welcoming hole; on his back, ankles hooked over Tony's shoulders, legs splayed wide as the big man drives in hard. Every angle ignites sparks—raw, electric thrill surging through them both. Trent's hand flies over his own cock, stroking fast until he erupts, ropes of cum splattering his chest. Tony pulls out at last, grunting as he unloads across Trent's perfect bubble butt, painting it sticky white. A messy triumph. Trent tosses him a pair of shorts, and Tony heads home, sated.