A rustic cabin, a bearskin rug, a bearded mountain man — and more wood than I can handle.
Life sucks and so does my ex, and that's why I'm on this mountain break by myself. At least my massive, rugged host is pleased to see me. He might be six foot plus of imposing, hairy masculinity, but Mason is a friendly guy.
I must be rebounding hard, because I can't stop looking at him, especially the way sweat sheens his thick muscles while he's chopping wood. It's simple appreciation, right? I am completely straight, after all.
So why can't I stop thinking about his big handswrapped around my body, instead of his axe handle?
Will I fight these confusing, unexpected, ferocious desires — or will I let him fell me into bed andsplit me like firewood?
This erotic short is 8,000 words of a first time gay experience including oral and an internal finish, intended for 18+ readers only