Big Wood

Chaz Riley douses his campfire with a stream of piss, the steam rising like a whispered promise in the dusk. He sets off on a hike, boots crunching through the underbrush. Before long, he spots Landon Conrad alone on an abandoned train trestle, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking with lazy intent. The sight hits Chaz like a spark to dry tinder—he wants in. He closes the distance in a rush, drops to his knees, and engulfs Landon's thick shaft in one greedy swallow. Chaz works it deep, throat muscles clenching around the hefty length, devouring every inch with raw hunger. Landon grins, fired up now. He sinks to his knees in turn, takes Chaz's rigid dick between his lips, sucking with fierce pulls that draw out moans. Then he spins Chaz around, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in to rim his asshole, tongue lashing the tight ring until it's glistening with spit, pulsing and ready. Landon stands, lines up, and thrusts in hard—deep, relentless strokes that make Chaz buck and gasp. The rhythm builds, electric, both men slick with sweat and need. They can't hold it. Chaz and Landon grip their cocks, jerking fast and furious, until they erupt together—thick ropes of cum arcing out in hot, shuddering bursts.