Absolute Arid

Sean Kirby drops to his knees before Billy Brandt, lips parting to take him in deep. He works with a hunger that draws out Billy's raw moans, each one echoing through the dim barn like a siren's call. Billy's pleasure builds, hips bucking in rhythm. Then Billy flips the script, guiding Sean onto all fours. His tongue, skilled and insistent, circles and probes Sean's tight asshole, teasing the rim before plunging inside, slick and unrelenting. Sean gasps, body arching under the wet assault. Finally, Billy rises, slicking himself with spit, and thrusts into Sean right there on the rough sack of grain. They move together—hard, primal strokes that shake the straw-strewn floor—until release crashes over them both, sealing their perfect Australian escapade in a haze of sweat and satisfaction.