The Woods Part 1

The ground hums beneath them, no quake but raw desire shaking the earth. Something primal seizes the super stud rangers, Tom Wolfe and Cal Skye. Cal spots the bulge straining Tom's pants, knows the silent plea: touch it, make it swell. Eternal springs the cock when Cal frees Tom's rigid length, bending close to breathe in its musk, tongue tracing the shaft, lips swirling over the head. Tom unbuttons his shirt slow; Cal's fingers slip beneath the crisp white tank, palm grazing the thick chest hair. Tom seizes Cal's belt, shoves him hard against the pickup's side. Cal's dick throbs fierce, nearly ripping his boxers as Tom yanks the pants down. Red flushes the stubble on Cal's chiseled jaw while Tom gags and drools over the massive cock and balls looming before him. Cal leaps onto the tailgate, descends with Tom's face buried deep between his cheeks. He reaches back, parts his firm buns, inviting the thrust of Tom's cock—the ultimate claim. First standing, then flat on his back, Cal embodies the raven-haired fantasy, yielding to the anal surge. His own cock erupts, jism streaking his taut abs; he arches his neck, mouth wide to catch the scorching load pulsing from Tom's tip.