Ramcharger

Ed Wiley eases his truck to the roadside, eyes locking on Holtz's chiseled frame as the man wrestles a canoe through the river's lazy current. Desire surges in Ed, visions of claiming every inch of that sculpted body flooding his mind. His cock swells to a raging thirteen inches, straining against his jeans. Lost in the haze, he reclines in the Ramcharger's cab, wraps his fist around the pulsing shaft, and strokes himself to a thick, urgent release. Moments later, Ed strides down to the bank. Holtz meets his gaze with brazen certainty, peels off his trunks to reveal the insistent bulge tenting his jockstrap. With the raw power of his corded arms and broad chest, Holtz draws Ed close, urging him to lap and suck at the sweat-soaked fabric. Ed's own erection throbs, desperate to burst free from the musky prison. True to their competitive fire, the two men push each other to the edge of ecstasy. Such raw might in a clash of carnal dominance comes rare—a stunning ode to these titans of lust.