Roughin' It 2

Parker London strides back to camp after a morning hike, sweat glistening on his skin. Casey Monroe ducks out of the tent, eyes lighting up. They swap quick words about the day's plans—trails, maybe a swim—but the air thickens with unspoken hunger. It's clear: each other is the real adventure. Parker moves first. He peels off Casey's shirt, revealing taut muscle. Shorts drop next, then underwear slides down, unleashing a huge uncut cock, thick and ready. Parker drops to his knees, gagging himself on his tattooed buddy's shaft. He services Casey with fierce devotion, mouth working deep, chin grazing those low-hanging balls with every greedy swallow. Their sculpted bodies collide in a heated makeout, lips and tongues battling. Casey pulls back, opens wide, and gulps down Parker's meat. He sucks like a man possessed, drawing grunts and groans from Parker—raw sounds of pure appreciation. Ready for the main event, Parker bends over the tent stand, offering his round, plump ass. Casey grips his hips and thrusts in direct, no hesitation. He jams his tent pole deep, balls slapping against Parker with rhythmic force, echoing through the woods like a primal drum. Parker shifts, lays back, hooks a leg over Casey's shoulder. He takes every unrelenting stroke like a champ, muscles flexing. 'Fuck it out of me,' he growls. Casey ramps up, pounding harder. Parker blasts jizz across his chest in hot ropes. Casey follows seconds later, adding his own thick stream to the mess.