Backyard Boys

Preston Steel owes Logan Stevens. He’s payback in flesh. Logan just worked him over with his mouth and didn’t finish, so Preston decides to even the score with rope instead of manners. He yanks Logan’s jeans low, palms the pale, tight cheeks, then knots Logan’s wrists behind him. No teasing, no warm-up—he rolls a rubber down his spent but stubborn cock and drives straight in. The ropes turn into reins; every tug pulls Logan deeper onto him. That ginger-furred ring stretches and gulps like it was born for the show, and Logan plants his boots wider, hunting the burn. Right when Logan’s edge is razor-sharp, Preston cuts the knots, flips him, and pins him to the dirt. Logan jacks fast and hard, finally spraying across his own smooth chest. Preston pulls out, strips the rubber, and adds thick ropes of his own load to the mess already drying on Logan’s skin.