Stew

Curly-haired Stew, a 23-year-old Boston boy with a fierce appetite for women, lost his innocence at 14 or 15 with his first girlfriend. That spark ignited an addiction. He peels off his clothes down to snug boxer-briefs, the fabric straining against his hefty bulge. Shorts drop next, revealing a naked vision of taut perfection—rippling pecs, skin smooth as polished marble, manscaped to perfection so his thick cock steals the show. He wraps his fist around that shaft, tugs at his balls, clenches his firm ass cheeks, and pumps away with raw hunger. He sprawls everywhere: the table, the couch, fingers plunging into his hairy asshole, driving deeper, faster, building to a wild frenzy. Gasps turn sharp, urgent. Then release—he erupts, ropes of cum arcing out, each pulse met with deep, satisfied sighs that hang heavy in the air.