Lumberjacked: Crimes Against Nature

In the shadow of towering pines, lumberjacks Michael Soldier and Andy Hunter set aside their axes for a more primal pursuit. Chain saws hum distantly, a mechanical drone underscoring their urgent hunger. Michael pulls Andy close, their lips crashing together in a kiss that tastes of sweat and earth. Hands roam freely—Michael's fingers trace the hard ridges of Andy's chest, while Andy grips Michael's ass, squeezing with raw intent. Clothes shed like fallen bark, they drop to their knees. Andy's mouth engulfs Michael's thick cock, sucking with fervent pulls that draw deep groans from Michael's throat. Michael reciprocates, his tongue swirling around Andy's shaft, teasing the tip until Andy bucks against him. Passion ignites. Michael bends Andy over a mossy log, slicking his way in with spit and desire. He thrusts deep, hips slamming in a rhythm that echoes the forest's wild pulse. Andy meets every plunge, his body arching as pleasure coils tight. They switch, Andy taking charge now, pounding into Michael with relentless force. Sweat slicks their skin; breaths come in ragged gasps. The edge rushes up—Michael spills first, hot release pulsing across Andy's grip. Andy follows, erupting inside with a shuddering cry. Exhausted, sated, they collapse together, the woods their silent witness.