Boy Fillmore and Johnny Five kneel in the dust, the bearded one’s fingers working Fillmore’s hole while the shaved-head man takes his cock deep into his throat. Leo Vega watches from the shadows, his muscular frame half-hidden by the military fatigues, his dark hair catching the sun as he grips his own length. The desert wind carries nothing but the wet sounds of Fillmore’s breath and the rough pull of Johnny’s lips.
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