Captains log

The bearded man kneels on the boat’s deck, his muscular arms wrapped tight around the clean-shaven one’s hips as he takes his cock deep into his throat. Sunlight bakes the sweat off their skin, the dark-haired, clean-shaven man gripping the railing while the bearded one works his hand over his own shaft, both of them caught in the glare of an open-air afternoon. The deck creaks under their weight as the bearded one pulls back just enough to lick a slow stripe up the shaft before swallowing him again.