The Plowboys - Enhanced

Jiri Lubov swung the axe with steady rhythm, splitting logs under the crisp afternoon sun. Sweat beaded on his brow as he glanced up, spotting Martin Valko striding past, heading straight for the cabin. Martin paused by the window—right where Jiri's eyes would find him—and stripped slow, deliberate, offering a full, teasing view of his hard body and the thick cock already straining against his jeans. Jiri's pulse quickened; he gripped the axe tighter, but his gaze locked on that deliberate display. Martin stepped out onto the front porch, shirt unbuttoned, pants shoved low enough to free his erection, thick and veined, curving up with shameless invitation. Jiri dropped the axe at once, wood chips scattering like forgotten thoughts. He crossed the yard in hungry strides, kneeling before Martin without a word. Martin's fingers tangled in Jiri's hair, guiding him close. Jiri took Martin's cock in his mouth, lips stretching around the hot girth, tongue swirling over the salty tip as he sucked deep, drawing out low groans from Martin's throat. But Martin craved more. He pulled Jiri up, spun him against the rough cabin wall, and yanked down his pants. Slick with spit and need, Martin pressed in—slow at first, then thrusting hard, filling Jiri completely. Jiri braced against the wood, gasping as Martin's hips snapped forward, each plunge a raw claim, their bodies locked in urgent, sweat-slick rhythm until release shattered them both.