Lumberjacked: Crimes Against Nature

As the sun dips low, axes finally still, Chris Steele, Rik Jammer, and the fresh-faced Titus Drum give in to the fire that's been smoldering all day. In a secluded forest glen, these rugged lumberjacks strip away the sweat-soaked layers, bodies honed by honest toil gleaming in the dappled light. Lips meet cocks with urgent hunger—Chris takes Rik deep, throat working in slick rhythm, while Titus kneels, eager mouth claiming Chris's thick shaft, tongue swirling over every ridge. They shift, insatiable. Rik spreads Titus's cheeks, dives in with a rimming that draws guttural moans, lapping at that tight ring like a man starved. Titus returns the favor, burying his face between Rik's muscled globes, teasing with flicks that make hips buck. Desire peaks. Chris pins Titus against a fallen log, pounding into him with raw power, each thrust a thunderclap of flesh on flesh. Rik watches, stroking himself, then joins, slamming home into Chris from behind—a chain of lust that binds them tight. They chase release in this wild haven, grunts echoing through the trees, bodies slick and spent in erotic surrender.