Harvesting Forbidden Fruits

The hay Barn, a sanctuary for the two men to indulge in their secret desire, is dimly lit, the scent of fresh hay and sweat filling the air. They stand, silhouettes against the fading light, their bodies tense with anticipation. The taller of the two, his voice roughened by years of outdoor labor, whispers, "We shouldn't..." His words trail off as the other man, his hands shaking slightly, reaches out to touch the bulge in his overalls. The taller man's breath hitches, his cock twitching at the contact, their secret desire laid bare in the hay-strewn loft.

• fuck
• gay
• hay

• gay