Take Ten

The old barn squats there, rough and unyielding, but it beats the open sky for Larry Atkins, a road-weary salesman just glad for walls tonight. Footsteps crunch outside; he ducks behind a hay bale, heart thumping. Peering over, he spots Rock, that hunky blond farm boy, tossing feed to the animals with easy grace. Chores done, Rock's hand drifts to his overalls. He pops the fly, hauls out a club-thick cock, and strokes it with the fevered finesse of a horny teen. The barn door creaks wide. Larry's gaze snaps up to Barry—tall, muscled, a mirror of Rock but carved by years, wiser and broader. It clicks: father and son, blood calling to blood. What a pair they make. Barry unleashes his own prong, a beast dwarfing his boy's, and steps in to school them both—Rock and the wide-eyed Larry—on breaking in a stud to worship a hot, demanding cock.