Tom Wolfe and Scott Hunter

Tom Wolfe pins Scott Hunter down on a yellow tarp in the woods, his bald head low as he drives into the tight, hairy hole with rough, unrelenting strokes. Hunter’s stocky frame arches under the weight, his fingers digging into the dirt as Wolfe’s beard scrapes against his ass while he works the hole open with thick fingers. The air smells of pine and sweat as Wolfe’s mouth seals over Hunter’s asshole, licking and sucking until the first wet, greedy thrusts split him open.