Brian Hansen grips John Magnum’s hips as he kneels in the woods, his dark hair framing a muscular frame that towers over the other man sitting on a rough-hewn log. Magnum’s fingers dig into the bark while Hansen’s mouth seals around his cock, the thick shaft disappearing deep as he works the base with rough, deliberate strokes. The air smells of damp earth and sweat as Hansen’s other hand slides between them, his fingers probing Magnum’s tight hole before pressing inside. The log creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet smack of lips and the sharp inhale of breath when Hansen finally drives forward.
