Blind Lust

Andrew Jakk has spent the day blindfolded, yearning for another hot blindfolded stud to tangle with. No luck. Earlier, boredom won out; he lifted the blindfold and spotted the tall, dark lumberjack Paul Wagner striding toward him, axe in hand. But Paul veered off to the house. Now Andrew slumps on the deck, defeated. Then Paul approaches, sets down his axe. Andrew hesitates, unsure. Paul makes his intent clear—he craves different tools. Andrew dives straight for the massive bulge in Paul's pants. He devours it, gulping as the stud rams deep into his throat. Andrew rises; their cocks grind together while lips lock in a hungry kiss. He offers his ass, and Paul attacks it like starved flame to fuel. His tongue lashes Andrew's tight pucker with raw lust, fuzzy beard scraping the hot, round cheeks. Hole primed and slick, Paul's thick cock plunges in. Hips hammer, relentless. Paul's ass clenches with every thrust. Andrew craves more depth; he reclines on the deck, legs hoisted high, inviting the pound. Paul shoves him onto his shoulder blades, slams deeper still. Andrew erupts, cum spraying wild. Paul follows, unloading thick ropes across Andrew's chest.