The Plowboys

Johan Paulik and Palo Cernak wade into the cool creek, their hands roaming freely as they kiss with growing hunger. Lips lock, tongues dance—exploration turns urgent once the water laps at their waists. They rise, dripping and eager, and step onto the bank. A short trek leads them to an abandoned cabin, roof long gone, sunlight spilling over weathered walls. Inside, amid the quiet decay, they drop to their knees. Johan takes Palo first, his mouth hot and insistent around Palo's hardening cock, sucking deep until Palo moans and thrusts. They switch, Palo mirroring the rhythm, lips sliding over Johan's shaft with slick precision, drawing out gasps that echo off the empty space. Desire peaks; Johan guides Palo to a haystack, its golden piles soft under their weight. He enters him slowly at first, then harder, Palo's body arching to meet each push. They shift—Palo on his side now, legs parted wide—and Johan drives in again, the pace relentless. Finally, Johan pulls out, strokes himself once, twice, and spills hot cum across Palo's back in thick, glistening ropes.