Big Wood

Burly Mitchell Rock heaves the ax down, splitting logs with raw power. His muscled arms flex, firm and unyielding, veins bulging under sun-kissed skin. Landon Mycles saunters over, eyes locked on the hunky woodsman, a wicked glint sparking mischief. Mitchell pauses, intrigue flashing in his gaze. He craves this young man's touch, yearns to pin him down and drive deep. They collide in a frenzy of hunger. Lips crash together, tongues tangling in a fierce kiss. Landon drops to his knees, mouth watering for Mitchell's thick cock. He wraps his lips around the pulsing shaft, sucking with greedy rhythm. Mitchell's hand clamps the back of Landon's head, guiding the bob—up and down, open-mouthed and relentless—on his rigid pole. Now Mitchell takes his turn. He kneels, drawing Landon's swollen cock between his lips, nursing it with slow, savoring slurps along the veined length. His tongue circles the tip, then dips lower, tracing every inch around the tight rim of Landon's bunghole. Eager for the main act, Mitchell positions himself. He splits his pal's asshole wide with his cock, thrusting in deep. Faster he pounds, harder he drives, skin slapping against skin. Landon soars on waves of pleasure, moans echoing through the woods. They build to a shattering peak—both men erupting in hot, messy spurts of mancream, bodies spent and glistening.