James Jordan’s beard scrapes against Gold Star’s bare chest as he kneels over him, fingers already working the tight hole while the blond grips his own cock with rough, desperate strokes. The log beneath them creaks under Gold Star’s weight as James Jordan takes him hard, his muscular thighs locking around the tree stump for leverage. The woods swallow their moans, the air thick with the scent of sweat and pine.
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