Happy Campers

Jax Callahan has a rod in his hands and another kind in his pants. Out by the creek he slides the thick pole between Felix Trainor’s lips, and Felix works every inch like it is the only thing on the menu. When the fisherman wants more, he bends his buddy forward and teases that tight hole, still in plain sight of any passing hiker. Sun hits Jax’s heavy shoulders as he steps out of his shorts and lines up raw. One thrust and Felix opens around him, groaning while the thick cock sinks deeper. They fuck right there on the bank, Jax driving hard from behind, then pulling Felix on top so the bottom can ride every throbbing inch. Sweat streaks down Jax’s chest and arms, muscles flexing each time he slams upward. He keeps the strokes long and steady until his breath catches. With a low grunt he yanks free, strokes once, twice, and paints Felix’s ass and lower back with thick ropes of cum that drip down the flushed skin.