The Plowboys - Enhanced

Alexander Strauss and Milos Janek nearly torched the barnyard that sweltering afternoon. Sparks flew from their reckless play, smoke curling like a lover's sigh before they doused the flames. It was Milos's final day on the estate, and nothing would do but the biggest bull of them all—Alexander himself, thick and unyielding, the beast every hand whispered about in the stables. Milos claimed his prize with a hunger that bordered on madness. He bent low over a weathered bale of hay, knees digging into the prickly straw, legs hoisted high and spread wide. Alexander mounted him then, a storm of muscle and heat, plunging deep with a thrust that stole Milos's breath. Each powerful stroke rocked the bale, hay dust dancing in the dim light like golden confetti. Milos gripped the edges, knuckles white, as Alexander rode him raw—relentless, commanding, filling him to the brink and beyond. Sweat slicked their skin, mingling with the earthy scent of the barn. Milos arched, gasping, chasing that shattering peak, the ride of his life etching fire into his veins.