Mercury Rising

Travis Wade clocks in at the farm, his day unfolding in the steady rhythm of chores—nothing more, nothing less. But mid-morning, he climbs the ladder to the loft for a breather, the scent of hay thick in the air. There, sprawled in the golden stacks, he catches Tristan Paris on his knees, lips wrapped tight around Rod Barry's thick cock. Paris savors it, tongue teasing the loose foreskin, peeling it back with hungry precision. Barry groans, hips bucking. Paris doesn't stop there—his mouth drifts lower, rimming Barry's tight hole with slick, insistent laps, probing deep until the man shudders. Then Paris rises, bends over a bale, and offers himself up. Barry grabs the toys first: a fat plug that stretches him wide, followed by a buzzing dildo that he works in slow, then fast. Paris takes them all, one after another, his ass clenching and releasing in greedy rhythm, moans echoing off the rafters like a secret symphony.