Winner's Way

Nothing rivals the sight of a clean-cut, fresh young country boy, leaning against a sweet-smelling pine tree. His Levi's sag to his knees. His stiff, throbbing cock points skyward, begging for the moist warmth of your mouth. Or the thrill of his huge, rigid member pressing hard against you, insistent as he seeks the silky pink passage between your buttocks. Excitement surges through your veins. He enters you, then lowers his young, strong body to claim yours. That deep invasion—the most intimate part of him buried way up inside—ranks just below the certainty of his release, that warm gushing fluid forged deep within him, flooding your body. What greater gift exists?