Stiff Competition

Ted Cox and Jim Montana squared off in a brutal contest between their remote worksites, the air thick with rivalry. It ended when Ted's bulldozer crushed Jim's Jeep under its tracks. Victorious and aching with lust, Ted claimed his right to plow Jim's ass. Jim challenged him to wrestle for it. Ted pinned Montana's broad shoulders to the dusty floor, muscles straining like coiled springs. Now, Ted seized his prize without mercy. Their taut, rippling bodies ground together, slick with sweat. Tongues lashed at stiff pricks, hungry and unyielding. Ted pressed closer, fingers teasing Jim's tight ass before his mouth followed, rimming the puckered heat. Jim moaned, the tingling fire of that probing tongue piercing his hole, and begged the stud to fuck him raw. Ted drove his big meat deep into Jim's ready ass with a single, savage thrust. Jim's excitement surged at the pulsating prick filling him; he flipped atop, riding that long shaft down to the stud's heavy ball sac. Ted rolled him over, bulldozing those firm ass cheeks, ramming relentlessly as his balls slapped against the surrendered flesh. They built to a scorching frenzy, erupting in thick, pulsating jets of jism. The contest closed, the prize taken, but Montana eyed Cox with a grin. 'Rematch?' he rasped.