Bucks County 1 - Into The Wild

Vance Crawford and Lance Luciano pull up in their SUV under a flawless blue sky. Sunshine bathes everything in gold, the balmy air hangs heavy with promise, and with nothing pressing on their agenda, desire ignites like a spark in dry grass. Lance's shirt hangs open, a blatant lure to trace the smooth, taut planes of his chest. Vance takes the bait. He yanks off his own muscle-T, revealing skin paler than Lance's tan, a slim frame etched with sinewy shoulders, a riot of colorful ink sleeve twisting down one arm, a ripped torso narrowing to a waist carved deep with cum gutters that arrow straight to his thick bush. Lance's hands move fast, stripping Vance bare. He dips his face into Vance's navel, inhaling deep, then trails his mouth lower. His lips close around the veiny, half-hard cock and those low-hanging balls, heavy and waiting. The strain in Lance's shorts demands attention now—Vance frees him, and out springs an enormous uncut beast, thick enough to demand two fists and a hungry mouth all at once. But Vance hungers for more. He craves plunging his shaft into the tight grip of Lance's buns. They tumble into the back of the SUV, bodies twisting through positions that test every limit—Vance drives in deep, relentless, until he shatters first, unleashing powerful jets across Lance's chest in hot, sticky ropes. Lance follows, pulling out to paint the ground with his own thick release. Those full lips curve in invitation, and Vance claims them in a deep, lingering kiss.