Two strapping, sun-kissed farmers, straight as an arrow, find themselves in a compromising position when a storm forces them to shelter in the drafty old barn. One by one, they shed their wet clothes, their chiseled bodies gleaming under the dim lantern light. As their eyes meet, they see the same primal hunger reflected back. They resist, but the tension is palpable, and soon, their hands are exploring each other's hard, uncut cocks, their mouths tasting each other's salty skin, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time.