The warm summer night draws two strangers to a private backyard, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding. The taller, more muscular man leans against the fence, his cock already hard and visible through his thin shorts. The other, a wiry, inked man, approaches, his eyes never leaving the prize. He drops to his knees, the gravel digging into them, but the discomfort is forgotten as he takes the other man's cock into his mouth. The taste is salty, the skin smooth and hot. He sucks eagerly, the sound of his lips and tongue working overtime filling the air, the smell of sex and night-blooming jasmine mixing together in a heady perfume.