Nature Calls

Marcus Knight never learned to fish, but Dan Evans is eager to teach him the grip on a rod. All afternoon they cast from the riverbank, and every pause finds Marcus on his knees, mouth working Dan’s cock in the open air. When the sun drops they walk back to the cabin, clothes already half gone. Inside, Dan stretches on the bed and Marcus buries his face between those round cheeks, tongue pushing deep. Dan returns the favor, taking Marcus down to the root, spit running down the thick shaft. Marcus stands, lines up, and pushes in raw. His hips slap against Dan’s ass with heavy, steady strokes, the wet sound of bare skin on skin echoing off the cabin walls. Dan grips the sheets and takes it, hole stretched around every inch. When Marcus pulls out he aims for Dan’s open mouth and shoots straight down his throat, every pulse swallowed with a hungry moan.