Big Wood

Dominic Pacifico wanders into a sun-dappled clearing on the campgrounds, the perfect spot to kill some idle hours. No twig in sight for carving, he peels off his dungarees instead, letting his hands roam free across his skin. He strokes his chest, his thighs, every inch awakening under his touch. By the moment he tugs down his briefs, his cock stands rigid, eager and unyielding. He wraps his fingers around it, pumping the thick, uncut length with deliberate pulls. His other hand cups those heavy balls, rolling them gently, while his thumbs tease his nipples to stiff peaks. Pleasure surges through him—he knows just the rhythm to chase that building fire, slicking his palm with the first hints of precum. Then he shifts: right fist clamping his nuts in a firm hold, left hand gliding up and down the shaft in a haze of heat. The pace begins languid, savoring each slide, before it quickens, relentless, driving him to the edge. At last, he erupts, ropes of cum spilling hot and wild into the open air.