Big Wood

Sweat beads on Steven Daigle's brow as he trundles the wheelbarrow loaded with hefty logs, muscles straining under the weight. He's bone-tired, breath ragged. Then Aden Jaric saunters up, eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger, tossing out a filthy invitation that hangs in the air like smoke. Steven drops the handles without a second thought, grinning as he pulls the ripped stranger close. Aden's no novice with timber—especially the rigid shaft jutting proud from Steven's fly. He sinks to his knees, mouth enveloping the throbbing length in one smooth dive. Steven leans against the rough bark of a nearby tree, head tipping back while Aden's warm lips slide and suck, sending sparks racing through him. Dizziness swirls in his veins, a heady rush that blurs the edges of the world. Eager to reciprocate, Steven flips the script. He drops low, taking Aden's thick cock between his lips, tongue swirling over the salty tip before he buries his face in the muscled cleft, lapping greedily at Aden's tight hole. Aden groans, fingers tangling in Steven's hair. Steven stretches out on the sun-warmed ground next, parting his long legs like an open invitation. Aden dives in, tongue probing and teasing Steven's puckered entrance until it's slick and quivering. Then the real fire ignites. Aden thrusts deep, pounding with relentless force, Steven's cries echoing—'Harder, fuck me harder'—as their bodies slap together in a frenzy. They ride the wave fast and wild, hips bucking until ecstasy erupts, ropes of thick cum spilling hot across skin and earth.