The Plowboys

Milos Janek and Leo Husek splashed water from an old can, laughter echoing in the sun-damp air. The playful drench turned teasing, clothes clinging, breaths quickening. Milos saw the spark in Leo's eyes—curiosity laced with want. He pulled Leo close, lips brushing his ear. 'Let me show you,' Milos murmured, hand sliding down to grip him through wet fabric. Leo's pulse raced. He nodded, eager, unresisting. They stripped fast, bodies bare and glistening. Milos knelt first, taking Leo's hardening cock into his mouth—slow, deliberate strokes that made Leo gasp and thrust. Leo learned quick, mirroring the rhythm, his lips wrapping around Milos with a hunger that surprised them both. They traded turns, sucking deep and urgent, hands roaming slick skin, moans muffled against flesh. Salty water mixed with precum on their tongues. Soon, Milos guided Leo down into the hay, face pressed to the prickly warmth. He spread Leo's legs, teasing his entrance with spit-slick fingers before pushing in—slow at first, then harder, filling him completely. Leo arched, gripping the straw, as Milos fucked him with steady, claiming thrusts. Pleasure built sharp and relentless until they shattered together, spent in the golden light.