Backyard Boys

Race Cooper and Preston Steel kiss in the tent. Race is smooth, dark, and cut like a bodybuilder. Preston is pale, hairy, and lean like a runner. Their arms cross in an X, skin tones flashing, while each hand pumps the other guy’s stiff dick. They drop the shafts. A table holds lube and gleaming steel rods. Both reach, slick up, and push the cold steel down their own piss slits. Moans punch out as the rods slide home. They egg each other on, voices rough. The rods come out and lips smash together again, tongues wrestling. Hands blur now, jerking fast. Tension builds, balls tighten. Preston shoots first, scoops the hot spunk into his mouth, then leans down and bites Race’s nipple hard. Race bucks and unloads, ropes splattering across skin and canvas.