Shane Hirch & Yuri Adamov

Shane Hirch and Yuri Adamov stand shoulder to shoulder in red swim trunks, one gripping a soccer ball while the other holds a flag, before the flag drops and the ball is forgotten. Yuri’s fingers probe Shane’s tight hole, slick with spit, while his mouth seals over the puckered entrance, tongue pressing deep. The air hums with the wet sounds of rimming and the slow, deliberate stretch of a finger inside, muscles clenching around the intrusion. What begins as a posed display ends with both stripped bare, the only trace of the game left in the sweat glistening on their skin.