Breakaway

Craving fresh thrills and a dash of devilry, Ranger Jake Andrews saunters toward Cort Jensen, the blond hiker who's caught his eye. Eager to toy with him, Jake barks the command: pull out that cock and stroke it hard. Cort doesn't hesitate. His fingers clamp around his thick shaft, pumping it with fierce rhythm until it swells to rigid life. Up and down he works his fist, relentless. Pressure builds deep in his balls, that hot load churning, poised to race along his length and burst from the flushed, mushroom crown. It hits like a storm—he explodes into his own palm, ropes of cum spilling warm and sticky. But Jake's not done savoring the game. Lick it clean, he growls. Cort, eyes gleaming with wicked compliance, laps every drop from his hand.