Gay Erotic Fantasy - Eric och Tyrus

of Elijah, where the air hummed with the promise of magic, there lived a man named Eric. His

muscles were chiseled from years of toiling in the fields, and his eyes held the warmth

of a thousand sunsets. Yet there was a heaviness to his soul, a yearning that no amount of

physical labor could ease. His days were filled with the rhythmic thud of his axe against

ancient oaks, yet his nights were haunted by whispers of lost love. Tyrus had been gone