San Bernardino Mountains
Southern California, USA
Dane Garrison loved women. He loved their fine legs and soft breasts, the sway as they walked, their laughter and sensitive spirits. He treasured them as friends.
But Dane Garrison loved men more. It was men he wanted to bed. True beauty to him was wide shoulders tapering down to slim hips and tight butts; a deep cleft between hard muscles following down the spine to end in a place of hot release and pleasure. He’d never gone in for shaven genitals. Hair under arms and across chests and the thatch from which swollen c***s with dark, dripping heads sprang excited him so much his own d**k drooled in anticipation. He reveled in the firm grasp of a man’s hand on his engorged p***s, desire swamping him as strong lips whispered sensual words w
