Ranger

As the sun dipped low, painting the Ranger Station in amber hues, Jake Dakota, Duncan Stone, and Brad Rock slumped into worn chairs, muscles aching from the day's grind. Brad leaned in, voice gravelly with mischief, recounting how he'd broken in the new recruit—every raw thrust, every gasp. The words hung heavy, igniting a spark. No sooner had he finished than cocks sprang free, thick and eager, hands gripping shafts while lips crashed together in a frenzy of heat and hunger.