The Hike – Maxwell Dawson, Dillon Stone
I was surprised and pleased to discover that he was wearing a jockstrap that framed his gorgeous ass like a priceless work of art. I pushed down on the front and his hard cock popped out.
We were naked in no time. I took a blanket out of my backpack and placed it on the tree branch next to me, which grew at an angle that allowed Max to lie down on it while presenting his ass to me. I could have spent a lifetime licking the inside of his hole, lubricating it gently, but a quick spit on my cock was all Max got before I rammed my big, thick rod into him.
I had forgotten how tight his hole was and the feeling of fucking him was incredible. I repositioned myself a little so I could hit him as hard as I wanted and he took it like a trooper!
I pulled him up and balanced him on the tree branch on his back so I could attack him from the front and watch his face that was etched with bravery and a desire to please me.
A quick adjustment to my nipples and the semen began to rise into my balls. I pulled out as shards of watery spunk began to fly from the tip of my cock.
