Quite The Catch

The blond squats by the lake, rod in hand, while the dark-haired one leans forward, gripping his knee as he watches, then pulls him down for a deep kiss. His muscular arms wrap tight around the blond’s waist as he guides his mouth to the other’s cock, taking it slow, deliberate, the way a man who knows exactly what he’s doing does. The hat stays on his head even when he drops to his knees, the fishing line still dangling between them.