The Plowboys

Jiri Lubov swung the axe with steady rhythm, splitting logs under the crisp afternoon sun. Sweat beaded on his brow as he glanced up and caught sight of Martin Valko striding past, disappearing into the cabin without a word. Moments later, Martin positioned himself at the window, right where Jiri's eyes would find him. He stripped slow and deliberate, offering a full, teasing view of his lean frame, cock already hardening in the open air. Jiri's pulse quickened, the axe forgotten in his grip. Martin stepped out onto the front porch, his erection bold and unapologetic. Jiri dropped the tool with a thud, stepping closer to drink in the sight of Martin's thick shaft, veined and eager. Martin closed the distance, kneeling before Jiri in one fluid motion. His mouth enveloped Jiri's length, tongue swirling hot and insistent, drawing out a low groan as he sucked with expert hunger. Then, rising with a wicked glint, Martin bent Jiri over the rough-hewn steps. He thrust in deep, filling him completely, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy of raw, building heat.