Backwoods

Deep in the forest's embrace, Troy Masters stumbles upon camper Cort Stevens, his eyes locking with a spark of raw hunger. Cort beckons him into the tent, and Troy doesn't hesitate—he seizes Cort's rigid cock, stroking it with firm, deliberate pulls that draw a low groan. Eager to match the fire, Cort plunges his hand into Troy's shorts, freeing the thick, restrained shaft pulsing with need. He drops to his knees then, sucking Troy's cock and balls with a voracious hunger, tongue swirling and lips tightening in perfect rhythm. The heat builds too fierce for the tent's confines; they spill outdoors, bodies slick under the dappled light. Troy positions himself, sliding his thick cock deep into Cort's tight hole, filling him utterly. He thrusts again and again, hips slamming with urgent power, until ecstasy shatters them both—they spew their loads in the forest's shadowed hush, spent and entwined.