Two foreskins are better than one

Kieron Knight presses his bald, slicked-back head into the damp rocks beside the waterfall, his muscular arms wrapping tight around another man’s waist as lips seal over his foreskin in a slow, deliberate pull. The bearded one kneels behind him, fingers digging into the smooth, sun-bronzed skin of his thighs while the waterfall’s mist turns their skin to pearl. Their hands move together, one gripping, the other guiding, until the first thick groan cuts through the air.