In The Middle Of Nowhere

Three blond, clean-shaven men with muscular builds lean against a gravel path, one’s fingers working deep into a hole while another sucks him off hard. The third watches, gripping his own cock as they talk rough, the light blue shirt of one catching the sun between kisses and rough touches. No one cares who sees, just the wet sounds of fingers and mouths, the way the gravel crunches underfoot.