Breakaway

Chase Hunter trudges through the jagged wilderness, boots crunching over uneven ground. A soft rush of water draws him closer—a creek, alive with splashes. There, David Logan and Max Grand tangle in the shallows, bodies slick and straining. They grapple like wild animals, hands roaming, mouths crashing in a frenzy of raw hunger. Chase freezes, spellbound by the sight of these two chiseled hunks lost in their brutal play. His pulse hammers. He can't stay hidden. In a heartbeat, he strips down and dives in, merging with their heat. The trio ignites into a whirlwind of desire. Lips wrap around throbbing cocks, tongues probe tight asses with urgent flicks. Max groans as David's mouth engulfs him, sucking deep and relentless. Chase positions behind David, his rigid shaft pressing against that firm entrance. He thrusts in—slow at first, then pounding with savage rhythm. David's body rocks between them, caught in the vise of pleasure. Sweat mixes with creek water; moans echo off the rocks. They push harder, faster, chasing peaks that shatter every limit, bodies quaking in ecstasy beyond imagining.