By The Campfire

The lean, dark-haired man on top grips the other’s hips as he drives into him hard, his bare cock slamming against the sheet beneath them. Below, the clean-shaven bottom arches into each thrust, fingers already buried deep inside his ass while the first man’s tongue traces slow circles around his hole. Blankets are tossed aside as they strip naked by the tent, the firelight casting sharp shadows over sweat-slick skin, no barriers, just raw, unprotected thrusts and the wet, hungry work of mouths and hands.