Two dark-haired, smooth, slim men strip down by a pond, caps discarded, their bodies close as they kiss near the water’s edge. One kneels, his mouth on the other’s throat while fingers trace damp skin, the air thick with the scent of earth and sweat. The second leans back, his hole glistening as the first’s tongue swipes over it, then pushes inside with slow, deliberate pressure.
By Czech Boys
