Big Wood

Chaz Riley towers like a tall glass of temptation, his commanding frame matched by the heavy sway of his thick cock and full balls. He steps out from his cabin, the morning air crisp against his skin, and takes a slow pull from his steaming java. Relaxation washes over him. He drops his trousers, freeing himself to the wild open. His hand wraps around his shaft, stroking in a languid rhythm. He knows just when to quicken the pace, surging fast, then easing back to a teasing crawl before racing ahead again. Each shift builds the electric hum, coiling tighter in his core. He works that hand like a man possessed, pumping furiously up and down the rigid length. Finally, release crashes through him. He erupts, ropes of hot spooge splattering across his carved, washboard abs.