Bucks County 1 - Into The Wild

Connor Maguire, that rugged country boy, feels the itch building, hot and insistent. He slips into the barn's quiet shadows, hand already working his zipper. His body gleams with hard muscle, a trail of reddish hair dusting his pecs, trailing down his taut belly to his throbbing cock, rigid as iron. An old truck hulks in the corner, and there, sprawled in the front seat, Donnie Dean dozes, all lean power and easy allure. The rustle of Connor's strokes pulls Donnie awake; he stirs, eyes locking with a wicked grin, stepping out ready to devour. His enthusiasm hits like wildfire—hard-bodied, eager, impossible to resist. Donnie's mouth or his hole? A devilish choice, but Connor claims victory by savoring both. Donnie drops to his knees first, lips wrapping Connor's shaft in wet, urgent heat, sucking deep until Connor's hips buck. Then Connor flips the script: Donnie reclines on the truck's hood, legs splayed wide, his hairy hole exposed and quivering. Connor dives in, tongue lashing expertly, teasing that puckered ring until it's slick and begging. Primed at last, Connor thrusts home, cock plunging into Donnie's tight grip. They rut fierce over the fender, bodies slamming in raw rhythm, then shift to the tractor's edge, Connor pounding harder, deeper. Donnie arches, hand fisting his own cock, squeezing and stroking until jism erupts in thick ropes, splattering the reddish curls on his chest. Connor follows suit, his massive load flooding out in pulsing waves, marking the moment's wild peak.