Tough Terrain

Daemon Kelly sets out, chasing the cabin Taylor described as a notorious den of raw, unbridled manhood. The sun hammers down as he treks through the brush, sweat tracing paths along his skin. At last, he spots it—or so he believes. Drawing nearer, his gaze snags on Brad Erickson, and a thrill jolts through him like lightning. He can't tear his eyes from the muscled hunk, so achingly desirable with those rock-hard pecs and washboard abs, finely matted with dark hair that begs for touch. Daemon closes in on his studly prey, control shattering in an instant. Desire overtakes him; he strikes, tongue tracing every taut inch of Brad's body. He sucks that rigid dick with hungry fervor, then licks his sweet ass clean, savoring the taste. Then Daemon offers up his manhole to the demigod before him. Brad takes him, fucking him up real good—plowing that ass fast and hard, relentless as a storm. Finally, the big man pulls out and spritzes his hot cum all over his devotee's back, marking him in ecstasy's slick proof.